the return of tarzan-第37节
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Tarzan crouched for a spring; for that is ever the quickest
and surest attack of the jungle beastwhen the man;
warned; by some subtle sense; sprang to his feet and faced
the ape…man。
Chapter 17
The White Chief of the Waziri
When the eyes of the black Manyuema savage fell
upon the strange apparition that confronted him with
menacing knife they went wide in horror。 He forgot
the gun within his hands; he even forgot to cry outhis
one thought was to escape this fearsome…looking white savage;
this giant of a man upon whose massive rolling muscles and
mighty chest the flickering firelight played。
But before he could turn Tarzan was upon him; and then
the sentry thought to scream for aid; but it was too late。
A great hand was upon his windpipe; and he was being borne
to the earth。 He battled furiously but futilelywith the
grim tenacity of a bulldog those awful fingers were clinging
to his throat。 Swiftly and surely life was being choked from him。
His eyes bulged; his tongue protruded; his face turned
to a ghastly purplish huethere was a convulsive tremor of
the stiffening muscles; and the Manyuema sentry lay quite still。
The ape…man threw the body across one of his broad
shoulders and; gathering up the fellow's gun; trotted silently
up the sleeping village street toward the tree that gave him
such easy ingress to the palisaded village。 He bore the dead
sentry into the midst of the leafy maze above。
First he stripped the body of cartridge belt and such
ornaments as he craved; wedging it into a convenient crotch
while his nimble fingers ran over it in search of the loot
he could not plainly see in the dark。 When he had finished he
took the gun that had belonged to the man; and walked
far out upon a limb; from the end of which he could obtain
a better view of the huts。 Drawing a careful bead on the
beehive structure in which he knew the chief Arabs to be;
he pulled the trigger。 Almost instantly there was an
answering groan。 Tarzan smiled。 He had made another lucky hit。
Following the shot there was a moment's silence in the
camp; and then Manyuema and Arab came pouring from
the huts like a swarm of angry hornets; but if the truth were
known they were even more frightened than they were angry。
The strain of the preceding day had wrought upon the
fears of both black and white; and now this single shot in
the night conjured all manner of terrible conjectures in
their terrified minds。
When they discovered that their sentry had disappeared;
their fears were in no way allayed; and as though to bolster
their courage by warlike actions; they began to fire
rapidly at the barred gates of the village; although no enemy
was in sight。 Tarzan took advantage of the deafening roar of
this fusillade to fire into the mob beneath him。
No one heard his shot above the din of rattling musketry
in the street; but some who were standing close saw one
of their number crumple suddenly to the earth。 When they
leaned over him he was dead。 They were panic…stricken; and
it took all the brutal authority of the Arabs to keep the
Manyuema from rushing helter…skelter into the jungleanywhere
to escape from this terrible village。
After a time they commenced to quiet down; and as no
further mysterious deaths occurred among them they took
heart again。 But it was a short…lived respite; for just as
they had concluded that they would not be disturbed again
Tarzan gave voice to a weird moan; and as the raiders looked
up in the direction from which the sound seemed to come;
the ape…man; who stood swinging the dead body of the sentry
gently to and fro; suddenly shot the corpse far out above
their heads。
With howls of alarm the throng broke in all directions
to escape this new and terrible creature who seemed to be
springing upon them。 To their fear…distorted imaginations the
body of the sentry; falling with wide…sprawled arms and
legs; assumed the likeness of a great beast of prey。 In their
anxiety to escape; many of the blacks scaled the palisade;
while others tore down the bars from the gates and rushed
madly across the clearing toward the jungle。
For a time no one turned back toward the thing that had
frightened them; but Tarzan knew that they would in a moment;
and when they discovered that it was but the dead
body of their sentry; while they would doubtless be still
further terrified; he had a rather definite idea as to what
they would do; and so he faded silently away toward the
south; taking the moonlit upper terrace back toward the
camp of the Waziri。
Presently one of the Arabs turned and saw that the thing
that had leaped from the tree upon them lay still and quiet
where it had fallen in the center of the village street。
Cautiously he crept back toward it until he saw that it was
but a man。 A moment later he was beside the figure; and in
another had recognized it as the corpse of the Manyuema
who had stood on guard at the village gate。
His companions rapidly gathered around at his call; and
after a moment's excited conversation they did precisely
what Tarzan had reasoned they would。 Raising their guns to
their shoulders; they poured volley after volley into the tree
from which the corpse had been thrownhad Tarzan remained
there he would have been riddled by a hundred bullets。
When the Arabs and Manyuema discovered that the only
marks of violence upon the body of their dead comrade
were giant finger prints upon his swollen throat they were
again thrown into deeper apprehension and despair。
That they were not even safe within a palisaded village
at night came as a distinct shock to them。 That an enemy
could enter into the midst of their camp and kill their
sentry with bare hands seemed outside the bounds of reason;
and so the superstitious Manyuema commenced to attribute
their ill luck to supernatural causes; nor were the Arabs
able to offer any better explanation。
With at least fifty of their number flying through the black
jungle; and without the slightest knowledge of when their
uncanny foemen might resume the cold…blooded slaughter
they had commenced; it was a desperate band of cut…throats
that waited sleeplessly for the dawn。 Only on the
promise of the Arabs that they would leave the village at
daybreak; and hasten onward toward their own land; would
the remaining Manyuema consent to stay at the village a
moment longer。 Not even fear of their cruel masters was
sufficient to overcome this new terror。
And so it was that when Tarzan and his warriors returned
to the attack the next morning they found the raiders
prepared to march out of the village。 The Manyuema were
laden with stolen ivory。 As Tarzan saw it he grinned; for he
knew that they would not carry it far。 Then he saw something
which caused him anxietya number of the Manyuema
were lighting torches in the remnant of the camp…fire。
They were about to fire the village。
Tarzan was perched in a tall tree some hundred yards from
the palisade。 Making a trumpet of his hands; he called loudly
in the Arab tongue: 〃Do not fire the huts; or we shall kill
you all! Do not fire the huts; or we shall kill you all!〃
A dozen times he repeated it。 The Manyuema hesitated;
then one of them flung his torch into the campfire。
The others were about to do the same when an Arab sprung
upon them with a stick; beating them toward the huts。
Tarzan could see that he was commanding them to fire the
little thatched dwellings。 Then he stood erect upon the
swaying branch a hundred feet above the ground; and;
raising one of the Arab guns to his shoulder; took careful aim
and fired。 With the report the Arab who was urging on his
men to burn the village fell in his tracks; and the
Manyuema threw away their torches and fled from the village。
The last Tarzan saw of them they were racing toward the jungle;
while their former masters knelt upon the ground and fired at them。
But however angry the Arabs might have been at the
insubordination of their slaves; they were at least convinced
that it would be the better part of wisdom to forego the
pleasure of firing the village that had given them two such
nasty receptions。 In their hearts; however; they swore to
return again with such force as would enable them to sweep
the entire country for miles around; until no vestige of
human life remained。
They had looked in vain for the owner of the voice
which had frightened off the men who had been detailed
to put the torch to the huts; but not even the keenest eye
among them had been able to locate him。 They had seen
the puff of smoke from the tree following the shot that
brought down the Arab; but; though a volley had immediately
been loosed into its foliage; there had been no indication
that it had been effective。
Tarzan was too intelligent to be caught in any such trap;