Тарзан, прийом мавп
The Outpost of the World
Andagainhedrewbackhisshaft.
"Youmustnot,Tarzan!"criedD’Arnot."Whitemendonotkillwantonly.MONDIEU!butyouhavemuchtolearn.
"Ipitytheruffianwhocrossesyou,mywildman,whenItakeyoutoParis.Iwillhavemyhandsfullkeepingyourneckfrombeneaththeguillotine."
Tarzanloweredhisbowandsmiled.
"IdonotknowwhyIshouldkilltheblacksbackthereinmyjungle,yetnotkillthemhere.SupposeNuma,thelion,shouldspringoutuponus,Ishouldsay,then,Ipresume:Goodmorning,MonsieurNuma,howisMadameNuma;eh?"
"Waituntiltheblacksspringuponyou,"repliedD’Arnot,"thenyoumaykillthem.Donotassumethatmenareyourenemiesuntiltheyproveit."
"Come,"saidTarzan,"letusgoandpresentourselvestobekilled,"andhestartedstraightacrossthefield,hisheadhighheldandthetropicalsunbeatinguponhissmooth,brownskin.
BehindhimcameD’Arnot,clothedinsomegarmentswhichhadbeendiscardedatthecabinbyClaytonwhentheofficersoftheFrenchcruiserhadfittedhimoutinmorepresentablefashion.
Presentlyoneoftheblackslookedup,andbeholdingTarzan,turned,shrieking,towardthepalisade.
