Тарзан, прийом мавп

           AsthetribecontinuedtheirslowwaythroughtheforestafterthepassingofSabor,Tarzan’sheadwasfilledwithhisgreatschemeforslayinghisenemy,andformanydaysthereafterhethoughtoflittleelse.

           Onthisday,however,hepresentlyhadotherandmoreimmediateintereststoattracthisattention.

           Suddenlyitbecameasmidnight;thenoisesofthejungleceased;thetreesstoodmotionlessasthoughinparalyzedexpectancyofsomegreatandimminentdisaster.Allnaturewaited—butnotforlong.

           Faintly,fromadistance,camealow,sadmoaning.Nearerandneareritapproached,mountinglouderandlouderinvolume.

           Thegreattreesbentinunisonasthoughpressedearthwardbyamightyhand.Fartherandfarthertowardthegroundtheyinclined,andstilltherewasnosoundsavethedeepandawesomemoaningofthewind.

           Then,suddenly,thejunglegiantswhippedback,lashingtheirmightytopsinangryanddeafeningprotest.Avividandblindinglightflashedfromthewhirling,inkycloudsabove.Thedeepcannonadeofroaringthunderbelchedforthitsfearsomechallenge.Thedelugecame—allhellbrokelooseuponthejungle.

           Thetribeshiveringfromthecoldrain,huddledatthebasesofgreattrees.Thelightning,dartingandflashingthroughtheblackness,showedwildlywavingbranches,whippingstreamersandbendingtrunks.