Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
Conclusion
Tarzanlookeddownintothebeautifulfacebeforehim.
"Doyouwishthistolive?"heaskedinsurprise.
"Idonotwishhimtodieatyourhands,myfriend,"shereplied."Idonotwishyoutobecomeamurderer."
TarzanremovedhishandfromCanler’sthroat.
"Doyoureleaseherfromherpromise?"heasked."Itisthepriceofyourlife."
Canler,gaspingforbreath,nodded.
"Willyougoawayandnevermolestherfurther?"
Againthemannoddedhishead,hisfacedistortedbyfearofthedeaththathadbeensoclose.
Tarzanreleasedhim,andCanlerstaggeredtowardthedoor.Inanothermomenthewasgone,andtheterror-strickenpreacherwithhim.
TarzanturnedtowardJane.
"MayIspeakwithyouforamoment,alone,"heasked.
Thegirlnoddedandstartedtowardthedoorleadingtothenarrowverandaofthelittlehotel.ShepassedouttoawaitTarzanandsodidnotheartheconversationwhichfollowed.
"Wait,"criedProfessorPorter,asTarzanwasabouttofollow.
Theprofessorhadbeenstrickendumbwithsurprisebytherapiddevelopmentsofthepastfewminutes.
"Beforewegofurther,sir,Ishouldlikeanexplanationoftheeventswhichhavejusttranspired.Bywhatright,sir,didyouinterferebetweenmydaughterandMr.
