Копи царя Соломона

           WithaspringSirHenrywasbyhisside. 

           "GreatPowers!"hecried,"itismybrotherGeorge!" 

           Atthesoundofthisdisturbance,anotherfigure,alsocladinskins,emergedfromthehut,aguninhishand,andrantowardsus. Onseeingmehetoogaveacry. 

           "Macumazahn,"hehalloed,"don’tyouknowme,Baas?I’mJimthehunter. IlostthenoteyougavemetogivetotheBaas,andwehavebeenherenearlytwoyears." Andthefellowfellatmyfeet,androlledoverandover,weepingforjoy. 

           "Youcarelessscoundrel!"Isaid;"yououghttobewellsjambocked"—thatis,hided. 

           Meanwhilethemanwiththeblackbeardhadrecoveredandrisen,andheandSirHenrywerepump-handlingawayateachother,apparentlywithoutawordtosay. Butwhatevertheyhadquarrelledaboutinthepast—Isuspectitwasalady,thoughIneverasked—itwasevidentlyforgottennow. 

           "Mydearoldfellow,"burstoutSirHenryatlast,"Ithoughtyouweredead. IhavebeenoverSolomon’sMountainstofindyou.Ihadgivenupallhopeofeverseeingyouagain,andnowIcomeacrossyouperchedinthedesert,likeanoldassvögel." 

           "ItriedtocrossSolomon’sMountainsnearlytwoyearsago,"wastheanswer,spokeninthehesitatingvoiceofamanwhohashadlittlerecentopportunityofusinghistongue, "butwhenIreachedhereaboulderfellonmylegandcrushedit,andIhavebeenabletogoneitherforwardnorback."