the return of tarzan-第50节
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on the morning of the thirty…third day he bade them break
camp and return to their own village; leaving the gold where
they had stacked it the previous night。
〃And you; Waziri?〃 they asked。
〃I shall remain here for a few days; my children;〃 he replied。
〃Now hasten back to thy wives and children。〃
When they had gone Tarzan gathered up two of the ingots
and; springing into a tree; ran lightly above the tangled and
impenetrable mass of undergrowth for a couple of hundred yards;
to emerge suddenly upon a circular clearing about which the
giants of the jungle forest towered like a guardian host。
In the center of this natural amphitheater; was a little
flat…topped mound of hard earth。
Hundreds of times before had Tarzan been to this secluded
spot; which was so densely surrounded by thorn bushes
and tangled vines and creepers of huge girth that
not even Sheeta; the leopard; could worm his sinuous way
within; nor Tantor; with his giant strength; force the
barriers which protected the council chamber of the great
apes from all but the harmless denizens of the savage jungle。
Fifty trips Tarzan made before he had deposited all the
ingots within the precincts of the amphitheater。 Then from
the hollow of an ancient; lightning…blasted tree he produced
the very spade with which he had uncovered the chest of
Professor Archimedes Q。 Porter which he had once; apelike;
buried in this selfsame spot。 With this he dug a long trench;
into which he laid the fortune that his blacks had carried
from the forgotten treasure vaults of the city of Opar。
That night he slept within the amphitheater; and early the
next morning set out to revisit his cabin before returning to
his Waziri。 Finding things as he had left them; he went
forth into the jungle to hunt; intending to bring his prey to
the cabin where he might feast in comfort; spending the
night upon a comfortable couch。
For five miles toward the south he roamed; toward the
banks of a fair…sized river that flowed into the sea about six
miles from his cabin。 He had gone inland about half a mile
when there came suddenly to his trained nostrils the one
scent that sets the whole savage jungle aquiverTarzan
smelled man。
The wind was blowing off the ocean; so Tarzan knew that
the authors of the scent were west of him。 Mixed with the
man scent was the scent of Numa。 Man and lion。
〃I had better hasten;〃 thought the ape…man; for he had
recognized the scent of whites。 〃Numa may be a…hunting。〃
When he came through the trees to the edge of the jungle
he saw a woman kneeling in prayer; and before her stood a
wild; primitive…looking white man; his face buried in his arms。
Behind the man a mangy lion was advancing slowly toward this
easy prey。 The man's face was averted; the woman's bowed
in prayer。 He could not see the features of either。
Already Numa was about to spring。 There was not a
second to spare。 Tarzan could not even unsling his bow and
fit an arrow in time to send one of his deadly poisoned
shafts into the yellow hide。 He was too far away to reach
the beast in time with his knife。 There was but a single
hopea lone alternative。 And with the quickness of thought
the ape…man acted。
A brawny arm flew backfor the briefest fraction of an
instant a huge spear poised above the giant's shoulderand
then the mighty arm shot out; and swift death tore through
the intervening leaves to bury itself in the heart of the
leaping lion。 Without a sound he rolled over at the very
feet of his intended victimsdead。
For a moment neither the man nor the woman moved。 Then the
latter opened her eyes to look with wonder upon the dead
beast behind her companion。 As that beautiful head went
up Tarzan of the Apes gave a gasp of incredulous astonishment。
Was he mad? It could not be the woman he loved!
But; indeed; it was none other。
And the woman rose; and the man took her in his arms
to kiss her; and of a sudden the ape…man saw red through
a bloody mist of murder; and the old scar upon his
forehead burned scarlet against his brown hide。
There was a terrible expression upon his savage face as he
fitted a poisoned shaft to his bow。 An ugly light gleamed
in those gray eyes as he sighted full at the back of the
unsuspecting man beneath him。
For an instant he glanced along the polished shaft;
drawing the bowstring far back; that the arrow might pierce
through the heart for which it was aimed。
But he did not release the fatal messenger。 Slowly the
point of the arrow drooped; the scar upon the brown
forehead faded; the bowstring relaxed; and Tarzan of the Apes;
with bowed head; turned sadly into the jungle toward the
village of the Waziri。
Chapter 23
The Fifty Frightful Men
For several long minutes Jane Porter and William Cecil
Clayton stood silently looking at the dead body of the
beast whose prey they had so narrowly escaped becoming。
The girl was the first to speak again after her outbreak
of impulsive avowal。
〃Who could it have been?〃 she whispered。
〃God knows!〃 was the man's only reply。
〃If it is a friend; why does he not show himself?〃
continued Jane。 〃Wouldn't it be well to call out to him;
and at least thank him?〃
Mechanically Clayton did her bidding; but there was no response。
Jane Porter shuddered。 〃The mysterious jungle;〃 she murmured。
〃The terrible jungle。 It renders even the manifestations of
friendship terrifying。〃
〃We had best return to the shelter;〃 said Clayton。 〃You
will be at least a little safer there。 I am no protection
whatever;〃 he added bitterly。
〃Do not say that; William;〃 she hastened to urge; acutely
sorry for the wound her words had caused。 〃You have
done the best you could。 You have been noble; and self…
sacrificing; and brave。 It is no fault of yours that you are
not a superman。 There is only one other man I have ever
known who could have done more than you。 My words were
ill chosen in the excitement of the reactionI did not wish
to wound you。 All that I wish is that we may both understand
once and for all that I can never marry youthat such a
marriage would be wicked。〃
〃I think I understand;〃 he replied。 〃Let us not speak of
it againat least until we are back in civilization。〃
The next day Thuran was worse。 Almost constantly he was in
a state of delirium。 They could do nothing to relieve him;
nor was Clayton over…anxious to attempt anything。 On the
girl's account he feared the Russianin the bottom
of his heart he hoped the man would die。 The thought
that something might befall him that would leave her
entirely at the mercy of this beast caused him greater
anxiety than the probability that almost certain death
awaited her should she be left entirely alone upon the
outskirts of the cruel forest。
The Englishman had extracted the heavy spear from the body
of the lion; so that when he went into the forest to hunt
that morning he had a feeling of much greater security than
at any time since they had been cast upon the savage shore。
The result was that he penetrated farther from the shelter
than ever before。
To escape as far as possible from the mad ravings of the
fever…stricken Russian; Jane Porter had descended from the
shelter to the foot of the treeshe dared not venture farther。
Here; beside the crude ladder Clayton had constructed for her;
she sat looking out to sea; in the always surviving hope
that a vessel might be sighted。
Her back was toward the jungle; and so she did not see
the grasses part; or the savage face that peered from between。
Little; bloodshot; close…set eyes scanned her intently;
roving from time to time about the open beach for indications
of the presence of others than herself。 Presently another
head appeared; and then another and another。 The man in
the shelter commenced to rave again; and the heads
disappeared as silently and as suddenly as they had come。
But soon they were thrust forth once more; as the girl
gave no sign of perturbation at the continued wailing
of the man above。
One by one grotesque forms emerged from the jungle to
creep stealthily upon the unsuspecting woman。 A faint
rustling of the grasses attracted her attention。 She turned;
and at the sight that confronted her staggered to her
feet with a little shriek of fear。 Then they closed upon her
with a rush。 Lifting her bodily in his long; gorilla…like arms;
one of the creatures turned and bore her into the jungle。
A filthy paw covered her mouth to stifle her screams。
Added to the weeks of torture she had already undergone;
the shock was more than she could withstand。 Shattered nerves
collapsed; and she lost consciousness。
When she regained her senses she found herself in the
thick of the primeval forest。 It was night。 A huge fire burned
brightly in the little clearing in