Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Giant Again
"Scott!"hecried,andthen,dashingbackintothehouse,"Jane!Jane!whereareyou?"
InaninstantEsmeralda,ProfessorPorterandMr.Philanderhadjoinedthetwomen.
"WhereisMissJane?"criedClayton,seizingEsmeraldabytheshouldersandshakingherroughly.
"Oh,Gaberelle,MisterClayton,shedonegoneforawalk."
"Hasn’tshecomebackyet?"and,withoutwaitingforareply,Claytondashedoutintotheyard,followedbytheothers."Whichwaydidshego?"criedtheblack-hairedgiantofEsmeralda.
"Downthatroad,"criedthefrightenedwoman,pointingtowardthesouthwhereamightywallofroaringflamesshutouttheview.
"Putthesepeopleintheothercar,"shoutedthestrangertoClayton."IsawoneasIdroveup—andgetthemoutofherebythenorthroad.
"Leavemycarhere.IfIfindMissPorterweshallneedit.IfIdon’t,noonewillneedit.DoasIsay,"asClaytonhesitated,andthentheysawthelithefigureboundawaycrosstheclearingtowardthenorthwestwheretheforeststillstood,untouchedbyflame.
Ineachrosetheunaccountablefeelingthatagreatresponsibilityhadbeenraisedfromtheirshoulders;akindofimplicitconfidenceinthepowerofthestrangertosaveJaneifshecouldbesaved.
"Whowasthat?"askedProfessorPorter.
"Idonotknow,"repliedClayton.
