Тарзан, прийом мавп
The Jungle Toll
"Where’sMissPorter?Whathappened?"questionedClayton.
"Ain’tMissJanehere?"criedEsmeralda,sittingupwithwonderfulcelerityforoneofherbulk."Oh,Lord,nowIremember!Itmusthavetookheraway,"andtheNegresscommencedtosob,andwailherlamentations.
"Whattookheraway?"criedProfessorPorter.
"Agreatbiggiantallcoveredwithhair."
"Agorilla,Esmeralda?"questionedMr.Philander,andthethreemenscarcelybreathedashevoicedthehorriblethought.
"Ithoughtitwasthedevil;butIguessitmusthavebeenoneofthemgorilephants.Oh,mypoorbaby,mypoorlittlehoney,"andagainEsmeraldabrokeintouncontrollablesobbing.
Claytonimmediatelybegantolookaboutfortracks,buthecouldfindnothingsaveaconfusionoftrampledgrassesintheclosevicinity,andhiswoodcraftwastoomeagerforthetranslationofwhathedidsee.
Allthebalanceofthedaytheysoughtthroughthejungle;butasnightdrewontheywereforcedtogiveupindespairandhopelessness,fortheydidnotevenknowinwhatdirectionthethinghadborneJane.
Itwaslongafterdarkeretheyreachedthecabin,andasadandgrief-strickenpartyitwasthatsatsilentlywithinthelittlestructure.
ProfessorPorterfinallybrokethesilence.
