Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Village of Torture
Theropespedwithsingingwhirhighabovetheheadsoftheblacks.Itwasquiteinvisibleintheflaringlightsofthecampfires.
D’Arnotopenedhiseyes.Ahugeblack,standingdirectlybeforehim,lungedbackwardasthoughfelledbyaninvisiblehand.
Strugglingandshrieking,hisbody,rollingfromsidetoside,movedquicklytowardtheshadowsbeneaththetrees.
Theblacks,theireyesprotrudinginhorror,watchedspellbound.
Oncebeneaththetrees,thebodyrosestraightintotheair,andasitdisappearedintothefoliageabove,theterrifiednegroes,screamingwithfright,brokeintoamadraceforthevillagegate.
D’Arnotwasleftalone.
Hewasabraveman,buthehadfelttheshorthairsbristleuponthenapeofhisneckwhenthatuncannycryroseupontheair.
Asthewrithingbodyoftheblacksoared,asthoughbyunearthlypower,intothedensefoliageoftheforest,D’Arnotfeltanicyshiverrunalonghisspine,asthoughdeathhadrisenfromadarkgraveandlaidacoldandclammyfingeronhisflesh.
AsD’Arnotwatchedthespotwherethebodyhadenteredthetreeheheardthesoundsofmovementthere.
Thebranchesswayedasthoughundertheweightofaman’sbody—therewasacrashandtheblackcamesprawlingtoearthagain—tolieveryquietlywherehehadfallen.
Immediatelyafterhimcameawhitebody,butthisonealightederect