Тарзан, прийом мавп

           Instantly,Clayton,followedbythetwooldmen,plungedintothejungle,callingthegirl’snamealoud.Forhalfanhourtheystumbledon,untilClayton,bymerestchance,cameupontheprostrateformofEsmeralda.

           Hestoppedbesideher,feelingforherpulseandthenlisteningforherheartbeats.Shelived.Heshookher.

           "Esmeralda!"heshriekedinherear."Esmeralda!ForGod’ssake,whereisMissPorter?Whathashappened?Esmeralda!"

           SlowlyEsmeraldaopenedhereyes.ShesawClayton.Shesawthejungleabouther.

           "Oh,Gaberelle!"shescreamed,andfaintedagain.

           BythistimeProfessorPorterandMr.Philanderhadcomeup.

           "Whatshallwedo,Mr.Clayton?"askedtheoldprofessor."Whereshallwelook?Godcouldnothavebeensocruelastotakemylittlegirlawayfrommenow."

           "WemustarouseEsmeraldafirst,"repliedClayton."Shecantelluswhathashappened.Esmeralda!"hecriedagain,shakingtheblackwomanroughlybytheshoulder.

           "OGaberelle,Iwanttodie!"criedthepoorwoman,butwitheyesfastclosed."Letmedie,dearLord,don’tletmeseethatawfulfaceagain."

           "Come,come,Esmeralda,"criedClayton.

           "TheLordisn’there;it’sMr.Clayton.Openyoureyes."

           Esmeraldadidasshewasbade.

           "OGaberelle!ThanktheLord,"shesaid.