Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Jungle Toll
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.
