Тарзан, прийом мавп
Out to Sea
AsClaytonstoopedtoreachforithewasamazedtoseeitmovefurtherintotheroom,andthenherealizedthatitwasbeingpushedinwardbysomeonefromwithout.
Quicklyandsilentlyhesteppedtowardthedoor,but,ashereachedfortheknobtothrowitopen,hiswife’shandfelluponhiswrist.
"No,John,"shewhispered."Theydonotwishtobeseen,andsowecannotaffordtoseethem.Donotforgetthatwearekeepingtothemiddleoftheroad."
Claytonsmiledanddroppedhishandtohisside.Thustheystoodwatchingthelittlebitofwhitepaperuntilitfinallyremainedatrestuponthefloorjustinsidethedoor.
ThenClaytonstoopedandpickeditup.Itwasabitofgrimy,whitepaperroughlyfoldedintoaraggedsquare.Openingittheyfoundacrudemessageprintedalmostillegibly,andwithmanyevidencesofanunaccustomedtask.
Translated,itwasawarningtotheClaytonstorefrainfromreportingthelossoftherevolvers,orfromrepeatingwhattheoldsailorhadtoldthem—torefrainonpainofdeath.
"Iratherimaginewe’llbegood,"saidClaytonwitharuefulsmile."Aboutallwecandoistosittightandwaitforwhatevermaycome."
