Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The White Ape
Sointentwasheuponthispersonalappraisementofhisfeaturesthathedidnothearthepartingofthetallgrassbehindhimasagreatbodypusheditselfstealthilythroughthejungle;nordidhiscompanion,theape,heareither,forhewasdrinkingandthenoiseofhissuckinglipsandgurglesofsatisfactiondrownedthequietapproachoftheintruder.
Notthirtypacesbehindthetwoshecrouched—Sabor,thehugelioness—lashinghertail.Cautiouslyshemovedagreatpaddedpawforward,noiselesslyplacingitbeforesheliftedthenext.Thussheadvanced;herbellylow,almosttouchingthesurfaceoftheground—agreatcatpreparingtospringuponitsprey.
Nowshewaswithintenfeetofthetwounsuspectinglittleplayfellows—carefullyshedrewherhindfeetwellupbeneathherbody,thegreatmusclesrollingunderthebeautifulskin.
Solowshewascrouchingnowthatsheseemedflattenedtotheearthexceptfortheupwardbendoftheglossybackasitgatheredforthespring.
Nolongerthetaillashed—quietandstraightbehindheritlay.
Aninstantshepausedthus,asthoughturnedtostone,andthen,withanawfulscream,shesprang.
Sabor,thelioness,wasawisehunter.