the beasts of tarzan-第22节
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on the chance that he might be able to induce one of the
younger men to sit and chat with him before the fire that
burned in the centre of the smoke…filled dwelling； and from
him draw the truths he sought。 So Tarzan accepted the
invitation of old M'ganwazam； insisting； however； that he much
preferred sharing a hut with some of the younger men rather
than driving the chief's old wife out in the cold。
The toothless old hag grinned her appreciation of this suggestion；
and as the plan still better suited the chief's scheme；
in that it would permit him to surround Tarzan with a gang
of picked assassins； he readily assented； so that presently
Tarzan had been installed in a hut close to the village gate。
As there was to be a dance that night in honour of a band
of recently returned hunters； Tarzan was left alone in the hut；
the young men； as M'ganwazam explained； having to take part
in the festivities。
As soon as the ape…man was safely installed in the trap；
M'Ganwazam called about him the young warriors whom he
had selected to spend the night with the white devil！
None of them was overly enthusiastic about the plan； since
deep in their superstitious hearts lay an exaggerated fear
of the strange white giant； but the word of M'ganwazam was
law among his people； so not one dared refuse the duty he
was called upon to perform。
As M'ganwazam unfolded his plan in whispers to the savages
squatting about him the old； toothless hag； to whom Tarzan
had saved her hut for the night； hovered about the conspirators
ostensibly to replenish the supply of firewood for the blaze
about which the men sat； but really to drink in as much of
their conversation as possible。
Tarzan had slept for perhaps an hour or two despite the
savage din of the revellers when his keen senses came suddenly
alert to a suspiciously stealthy movement in the hut in
which he lay。 The fire had died down to a little heap of
glowing embers； which accentuated rather than relieved the
darkness that shrouded the interior of the evil…smelling
dwelling； yet the trained senses of the ape…man warned him
of another presence creeping almost silently toward him
through the gloom。
He doubted that it was one of his hut mates returning from
the festivities； for he still heard the wild cries of the dancers
and the din of the tom…toms in the village street without。
Who could it be that took such pains to conceal his approach？
As the presence came within reach of him the ape…man bounded
lightly to the opposite side of the hut； his spear poised
ready at his side。
〃Who is it；〃 he asked； 〃that creeps upon Tarzan of the
Apes； like a hungry lion out of the darkness？〃
〃Silence； bwana！〃 replied an old cracked voice。 〃It is
Tambudzashe whose hut you would not take； and thus drive
an old woman out into the cold night。〃
〃What does Tambudza want of Tarzan of the Apes？〃 asked the ape…man。
〃You were kind to me to whom none is now kind； and I have come
to warn you in payment of your kindness；〃 answered the old hag。
〃Warn me of what？〃
〃M'ganwazam has chosen the young men who are to sleep in the
hut with you；〃 replied Tambudza。 〃I was near as he talked
with them； and heard him issuing his instructions to them。
When the dance is run well into the morning they are
to come to the hut。
〃If you are awake they are to pretend that they have come
to sleep； but if you sleep it is M'ganwazam's command that
you be killed。 If you are not then asleep they will wait quietly
beside you until you do sleep； and then they will all fall upon
you together and slay you。 M'ganwazam is determined to
win the reward the white man has offered。〃
〃I had forgotten the reward；〃 said Tarzan； half to himself；
and then he added； 〃How may M'ganwazam hope to collect
the reward now that the white men who are my enemies
have left his country and gone he knows not where？〃
〃Oh； they have not gone far；〃 replied Tambudza。
〃M'ganwazam knows where they camp。 His runners could
quickly overtake themthey move slowly。〃
〃Where are they？〃 asked Tarzan。
〃Do you wish to come to them？〃 asked Tambudza in way of reply。
Tarzan nodded。
〃I cannot tell you where they lie so that you could come
to the place yourself； but I could lead you to them； bwana。〃
In their interest in the conversation neither of the speakers
had noticed the little figure which crept into the darkness of
the hut behind them； nor did they see it when it slunk
noiselessly out again。
It was little Buulaoo； the chief's son by one of his younger
wivesa vindictive； degenerate little rascal who hated Tambudza；
and was ever seeking opportunities to spy upon her and report her
slightest breach of custom to his father。
〃Come； then；〃 said Tarzan quickly； 〃let us be on our way。〃
This Buulaoo did not hear； for he was already legging it up
the village street to where his hideous sire guzzled native
beer； and watched the evolutions of the frantic dancers
leaping high in the air and cavorting wildly in their
hysterical capers。
So it happened that as Tarzan and Tambudza sneaked warily
from the village and melted into the Stygian darkness of
the jungle two lithe runners took their way in the same
direction； though by another trail。
When they had come sufficiently far from the village to
make it safe for them to speak above a whisper； Tarzan asked
the old woman if she had seen aught of a white woman and
a little child。
〃Yes； bwana；〃 replied Tambudza； 〃there was a woman
with them and a little childa little white piccaninny。
It died here in our village of the fever and they buried it！〃
Chapter 12
A Black Scoundrel
When Jane Clayton regained consciousness she saw Anderssen
standing over her； holding the baby in his arms。 As her eyes
rested upon them an expression of misery and horror
overspread her countenance。
〃What is the matter？〃 he asked。 〃You ban sick？〃
〃Where is my baby？〃 she cried； ignoring his questions。
Anderssen held out the chubby infant； but she shook her head。
〃It is not mine；〃 she said。 〃You knew that it was not mine。
You are a devil like the Russian。〃
Anderssen's blue eyes stretched in surprise。
〃Not yours！〃 he exclaimed。 〃You tole me the kid aboard
the Kincaid ban your kid。〃
〃Not this one；〃 replied Jane dully。 〃The other。 Where is the other？
There must have been two。 I did not know about this one。〃
〃There vasn't no other kid。 Ay tank this ban yours。 Ay am very sorry。〃
Anderssen fidgeted about； standing first on one foot and then upon
the other。 It was perfectly evident to Jane that he was honest in
his protestations of ignorance of the true identity of the child。
Presently the baby commenced to crow； and bounce up and
down in the Swede's arms； at the same time leaning forward
with little hands out…reaching toward the young woman。
She could not withstand the appeal； and with a low cry
she sprang to her feet and gathered the baby to her breast。
For a few minutes she wept silently； her face buried in the
baby's soiled little dress。 The first shock of disappointment
that the tiny thing had not been her beloved Jack was giving
way to a great hope that after all some miracle had occurred
to snatch her baby from Rokoff's hands at the last instant
before the Kincaid sailed from England。
Then； too； there was the mute appeal of this wee waif alone
and unloved in the midst of the horrors of the savage jungle。
It was this thought more than any other that had sent her
mother's heart out to the innocent babe； while still she
suffered from disappointment that she had been deceived in
its identity。
〃Have you no idea whose child this is？〃 she asked Anderssen。
The man shook his head。
〃Not now；〃 he said。 〃If he ain't ban your kid； Ay don' know whose
kid he do ban。 Rokoff said it was yours。 Ay tank he tank so； too。
〃What do we do with it now？ Ay can't go back to the Kincaid。
Rokoff would have me shot； but you can go back。 Ay take you to the sea；
and then some of these black men they take you to the shipeh？〃
〃No！ no！〃 cried Jane。 〃Not for the world。 I would rather die
than fall into the hands of that man again。 No； let us go on
and take this poor little creature with us。 If God is willing
we shall be saved in one way or another。〃
So they again took up their flight through the wilderness；
taking with them a half…dozen of the Mosulas to carry
provisions and the tents that Anderssen had smuggled aboard
the small boat in preparation for the attempted escape。
The days and nights of torture that the young woman suffered
were so merged into one long； unbroken nightmare of
hideousness that she soon lost all track of time。 Whether they
had been wandering for days or years she could not tell。
The one bright spot
