Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Village of Torture
Hewastobesavedfornoblersportthanthis,andthefirstwaveoftheirpassionhavingsubsidedtheycontentedthemselveswithcryingouttauntsandinsultsandspittinguponhim.
Presentlytheyreachedthecenterofthevillage.ThereD’Arnotwasboundsecurelytothegreatpostfromwhichnolivemanhadeverbeenreleased.
Anumberofthewomenscatteredtotheirseveralhutstofetchpotsandwater,whileothersbuiltarowoffiresonwhichportionsofthefeastweretobeboiledwhilethebalancewouldbeslowlydriedinstripsforfutureuse,astheyexpectedtheotherwarriorstoreturnwithmanyprisoners.Thefestivitiesweredelayedawaitingthereturnofthewarriorswhohadremainedtoengageintheskirmishwiththewhitemen,sothatitwasquitelatewhenallwereinthevillage,andthedanceofdeathcommencedtocirclearoundthedoomedofficer.
Halffaintingfrompainandexhaustion,D’Arnotwatchedfrombeneathhalf-closedlidswhatseemedbutthevagaryofdelirium,orsomehorridnightmarefromwhichhemustsoonawake.
Thebestialfaces,daubedwithcolor—thehugemouthsandflabbyhanginglips—theyellowteeth,sharpfiled—therolling,demoneyes—theshiningnakedbodies—thecruelspears.Surelynosuchcreaturesreallyexisteduponearth—hemustindeedbedreaming.
Thesavage,whirlingbodiescirclednearer.Nowaspearsprangforthandtouchedhisarm.