TARZAN: 8 Novels in One Volume. Edgar Rice Burroughs

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СКАЧАТЬ at the coast town “Monsieur Tarzan” became the wonder of both whites and blacks because of several occurrences which to Tarzan seemed the merest of nothings.

      Once a huge black, crazed by drink, had run amuck and terrorized the town, until his evil star had led him to where the black-haired French giant lolled upon the veranda of the hotel.

      Mounting the broad steps, with brandished knife, the Negro made straight for a party of four men sitting at a table sipping the inevitable absinthe.

      Shouting in alarm, the four took to their heels, and then the black spied Tarzan.

      With a roar he charged the ape-man, while half a hundred heads peered from sheltering windows and doorways to witness the butchering of the poor Frenchman by the giant black.

      Tarzan met the rush with the fighting smile that the joy of battle always brought to his lips.

      As the Negro closed upon him, steel muscles gripped the black wrist of the uplifted knife-hand, and a single swift wrench left the hand dangling below a broken bone.

      With the pain and surprise, the madness left the black man, and as Tarzan dropped back into his chair the fellow turned, crying with agony, and dashed wildly toward the native village.

      On another occasion as Tarzan and D’Arnot sat at dinner with a number of other whites, the talk fell upon lions and lion hunting.

      Opinion was divided as to the bravery of the king of beasts —some maintaining that he was an arrant coward, but all agreeing that it was with a feeling of greater security that they gripped their express rifles when the monarch of the jungle roared about a camp at night.

      D’Arnot and Tarzan had agreed that his past be kept secret, and so none other than the French officer knew of the ape-man’s familiarity with the beasts of the jungle.

      “Monsieur Tarzan has not expressed himself,” said one of the party. “A man of his prowess who has spent some time in Africa, as I understand Monsieur Tarzan has, must have had experiences with lions—yes?”

      “Some,” replied Tarzan, dryly. “Enough to know that each of you are right in your judgment of the characteristics of the lions—you have met. But one might as well judge all blacks by the fellow who ran amuck last week, or decide that all whites are cowards because one has met a cowardly white.

      “There is as much individuality among the lower orders, gentlemen, as there is among ourselves. Today we may go out and stumble upon a lion which is over-timid—he runs away from us. Tomorrow we may meet his uncle or his twin brother, and our friends wonder why we do not return from the jungle. For myself, I always assume that a lion is ferocious, and so I am never caught off my guard.”

      “There would be little pleasure in hunting,” retorted the first speaker, “if one is afraid of the thing he hunts.”

      D’Arnot smiled. Tarzan afraid!

      “I do not exactly understand what you mean by fear,” said Tarzan. “Like lions, fear is a different thing in different men, but to me the only pleasure in the hunt is the knowledge that the hunted thing has power to harm me as much as I have to harm him. If I went out with a couple of rifles and a gun bearer, and twenty or thirty beaters, to hunt a lion, I should not feel that the lion had much chance, and so the pleasure of the hunt would be lessened in proportion to the increased safety which I felt.”

      “Then I am to take it that Monsieur Tarzan would prefer to go naked into the jungle, armed only with a jackknife, to kill the king of beasts,” laughed the other, good naturedly, but with the merest touch of sarcasm in his tone.

      “And a piece of rope,” added Tarzan.

      Just then the deep roar of a lion sounded from the distant jungle, as though to challenge whoever dared enter the lists with him.

      “There is your opportunity, Monsieur Tarzan,” bantered the Frenchman.

      “I am not hungry,” said Tarzan simply.

      The men laughed, all but D’Arnot. He alone knew that a savage beast had spoken its simple reason through the lips of the ape-man.

      “But you are afraid, just as any of us would be, to go out there naked, armed only with a knife and a piece of rope,” said the banterer. “Is it not so?”

      “No,” replied Tarzan. “Only a fool performs any act without reason.”

      “Five thousand francs is a reason,” said the other. “I wager you that amount you cannot bring back a lion from the jungle under the conditions we have named—naked and armed only with a knife and a piece of rope.”

      Tarzan glanced toward D’Arnot and nodded his head.

      “Make it ten thousand,” said D’Arnot.

      “Done,” replied the other.

      Tarzan arose.

      “I shall have to leave my clothes at the edge of the settlement, so that if I do not return before daylight I shall have something to wear through the streets.”

      “You are not going now,” exclaimed the wagerer—“at night?”

      “Why not?” asked Tarzan. “Numa walks abroad at night —it will be easier to find him.”

      “No,” said the other, “I do not want your blood upon my hands. It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day.”

      “I shall go now,” replied Tarzan, and went to his room for his knife and rope.

      The men accompanied him to the edge of the jungle, where he left his clothes in a small storehouse.

      But when he would have entered the blackness of the undergrowth they tried to dissuade him; and the wagerer was most insistent of all that he abandon his foolhardy venture.

      “I will accede that you have won,” he said, “and the ten thousand francs are yours if you will but give up this foolish attempt, which can only end in your death.”

      Tarzan laughed, and in another moment the jungle had swallowed him.

      The men stood silent for some moments and then slowly turned and walked back to the hotel veranda.

      Tarzan had no sooner entered the jungle than he took to the trees, and it was with a feeling of exultant freedom that he swung once more through the forest branches.

      This was life! Ah, how he loved it! Civilization held nothing like this in its narrow and circumscribed sphere, hemmed in by restrictions and conventionalities. Even clothes were a hindrance and a nuisance.

      At last he was free. He had not realized what a prisoner he had been.

      How easy it would be to circle back to the coast, and then make toward the south and his own jungle and cabin.

      Now he caught the scent of Numa, for he was traveling up wind. Presently his quick ears detected the familiar sound of padded feet and the brushing of a huge, fur-clad body through the undergrowth.

      Tarzan came quietly above the unsuspecting beast and silently stalked him until he came into a little patch of moonlight.

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