the beasts of tarzan- 第2部分

〃Should　any　other　accompany　you；　or　should　I　see　suspicious

characters　who　might　be　agents　of　the　police；　I　shall　not　meet　you；

and　your　last　chance　of　recovering　your　son　will　be　gone。〃



Without　more　words　the　man　rang　off。



Tarzan　repeated　the　gist　of　the　conversation　to　his　wife。　　

She　begged　to　be　allowed　to　accompany　him；　but　he　insisted

that　it　might　result　in　the　man's　carrying　out　his　threat　of

refusing　to　aid　them　if　Tarzan　did　not　come　alone；　and　so

they　parted；　he　to　hasten　to　Dover；　and　she；　ostensibly　to　wait

at　home　until　he　should　notify　her　of　the　outcome　of　his　mission。



Little　did　either　dream　of　what　both　were　destined　to　pass

through　before　they　should　meet　again；　or　the　far…distant

but　why　anticipate？



For　ten　minutes　after　the　ape…man　had　left　her　Jane　Clayton　walked

restlessly　back　and　forth　across　the　silken　rugs　of　the　library。　　

Her　mother　heart　ached；　bereft　of　its　firstborn。　　Her　mind　was

in　an　anguish　of　hopes　and　fears。



Though　her　judgment　told　her　that　all　would　be　well　were

her　Tarzan　to　go　alone　in　accordance　with　the　mysterious

stranger's　summons；　her　intuition　would　not　permit　her　to

lay　aside　suspicion　of　the　gravest　dangers　to　both　her　husband

and　her　son。



The　more　she　thought　of　the　matter；　the　more　convinced

she　became　that　the　recent　telephone　message　might　be　but

a　ruse　to　keep　them　inactive　until　the　boy　was　safely　hidden

away　or　spirited　out　of　England。　　Or　it　might　be　that　it　had

been　simply　a　bait　to　lure　Tarzan　into　the　hands　of　the

implacable　Rokoff。



With　the　lodgment　of　this　thought　she　stopped　in　wide…

eyed　terror。　　Instantly　it　became　a　conviction。　　She　glanced　at

the　great　clock　ticking　the　minutes　in　the　corner　of　the　library。



It　was　too　late　to　catch　the　Dover　train　that　Tarzan　was　to　take。　　

There　was　another；　later；　however；　that　would　bring　her　to

the　Channel　port　in　time　to　reach　the　address　the　stranger

had　given　her　husband　before　the　appointed　hour。



Summoning　her　maid　and　chauffeur；　she　issued　instructions　rapidly。　　

Ten　minutes　later　she　was　being　whisked　through　the　crowded

streets　toward　the　railway　station。



It　was　nine…forty…five　that　night　that　Tarzan　entered　the

squalid　〃pub〃　on　the　water…front　in　Dover。　　As　he　passed

into　the　evil…smelling　room　a　muffled　figure　brushed　past　him

toward　the　street。



〃Come；　my　lord！〃　whispered　the　stranger。



The　ape…man　wheeled　about　and　followed　the　other　into　the

ill…lit　alley；　which　custom　had　dignified　with　the　title

of　thoroughfare。　　Once　outside；　the　fellow　led　the　way　into　the

darkness；　nearer　a　wharf；　where　high…piled　bales；　boxes；　and

casks　cast　dense　shadows。　　Here　he　halted。



〃Where　is　the　boy？〃　asked　Greystoke。



〃On　that　small　steamer　whose　lights　you　can　just　see　yonder；〃

replied　the　other。



In　the　gloom　Tarzan　was　trying　to　peer　into　the　features　of

his　companion；　but　he　did　not　recognize　the　man　as　one

whom　he　had　ever　before　seen。　　Had　he　guessed　that　his　guide

was　Alexis　Paulvitch　he　would　have　realized　that　naught　but

treachery　lay　in　the　man's　heart；　and　that　danger　lurked　in

the　path　of　every　move。



〃He　is　unguarded　now；〃　continued　the　Russian。　　〃Those　who

took　him　feel　perfectly　safe　from　detection；　and　with

the　exception　of　a　couple　of　members　of　the　crew；　whom　I

have　furnished　with　enough　gin　to　silence　them　effectually

for　hours；　there　is　none　aboard　the　Kincaid。　　We　can　go

aboard；　get　the　child；　and　return　without　the　slightest　fear。〃



Tarzan　nodded。



〃Let's　be　about　it；　then；〃　he　said。



His　guide　led　him　to　a　small　boat　moored　alongside　the　wharf。　　

The　two　men　entered；　and　Paulvitch　pulled　rapidly　toward

the　steamer。　　The　black　smoke　issuing　from　her　funnel　did

not　at　the　time　make　any　suggestion　to　Tarzan's　mind。　　All　his

thoughts　were　occupied　with　the　hope　that　in　a　few　moments

he　would　again　have　his　little　son　in　his　arms。



At　the　steamer's　side　they　found　a　monkey…ladder　dangling

close　above　them；　and　up　this　the　two　men　crept　stealthily。　　

Once　on　deck　they　hastened　aft　to　where　the　Russian　pointed

to　a　hatch。



〃The　boy　is　hidden　there；〃　he　said。　　〃You　had　better　go

down　after　him；　as　there　is　less　chance　that　he　will　cry　in

fright　than　should　he　find　himself　in　the　arms　of　a　stranger。　　

I　will　stand　on　guard　here。〃



So　anxious　was　Tarzan　to　rescue　the　child　that　he　gave　not

the　slightest　thought　to　the　strangeness　of　all　the　conditions

surrounding　the　Kincaid。　　That　her　deck　was　deserted；　though

she　had　steam　up；　and　from　the　volume　of　smoke　pouring

from　her　funnel　was　all　ready　to　get　under　way　made　no

impression　upon　him。



With　the　thought　that　in　another　instant　he　would　fold　that

precious　little　bundle　of　humanity　in　his　arms；　the　ape…man

swung　down　into　the　darkness　below。　　Scarcely　had　he　released

his　hold　upon　the　edge　of　the　hatch　than　the　heavy

covering　fell　clattering　above　him。



Instantly　he　knew　that　he　was　the　victim　of　a　plot；　and　that

far　from　rescuing　his　son　he　had　himself　fallen　into　the　hands

of　his　enemies。　　Though　he　immediately　endeavoured　to　reach

the　hatch　and　lift　the　cover；　he　was　unable　to　do　so。



Striking　a　match；　he　explored　his　surroundings；　finding

that　a　little　compartment　had　been　partitioned　off　from　the

main　hold；　with　the　hatch　above　his　head　the　only　means　of

ingress　or　egress。　　It　was　evident　that　the　room　had　been

prepared　for　the　very　purpose　of　serving　as　a　cell　for　himself。



There　was　nothing　in　the　compartment；　and　no　other　occupant。　　

If　the　child　was　on　board　the　Kincaid　he　was　confined　elsewhere。



For　over　twenty　years；　from　infancy　to　manhood；　the　ape…man

had　roamed　his　savage　jungle　haunts　without　human　companionship

of　any　nature。　　He　had　learned　at　the　most　impressionable　period

of　his　life　to　take　his　pleasures　and　his　sorrows　as　the　beasts

take　theirs。



So　it　was　that　he　neither　raved　nor　stormed　against　fate；

but　instead　waited　patiently　for　what　might　next　befall　him；

though　not　by　any　means　without　an　eye　to　doing　the　utmost　to

succour　himself。　　To　this　end　he　examined　his　prison　carefully；

tested　the　heavy　planking　that　formed　its　walls；　and　measured

the　distance　of　the　hatch　above　him。



And　while　he　was　thus　occupied　there　came　suddenly　to　him

the　vibration　of　machinery　and　the　throbbing　of　the　propeller。



The　ship　was　moving！　　Where　to　and　to　what　fate　was　it　carrying　him？



And　even　as　these　thoughts　passed　through　his　mind　there

came　to　his　ears　above　the　din　of　the　engines　that　which

caused　him　to　go　cold　with　apprehension。



Clear　and　shrill　from　the　deck　above　him　rang　the　scream

of　a　frightened　woman。









Chapter　2





Marooned





As　Tarzan　and　his　guide　had　disappeared　into　the　shadows

upon　the　dark　wharf　the　figure　of　a　heavily　veiled　woman

had　hurried　down　the　narrow　alley　to　the　entrance　of　the

drinking…place　the　two　men　had　just　quitted。



Here　she　paused　and　looked　about；　and　then　as　though

satisfied　that　she　had　at　last　reached　the　place　she　sought；

she　pushed　bravely　into　the　interior　of　the　vile　den。



A　score　of　half…drunken　sailors　and　wharf…rats　looked　up　at

the　unaccustomed　sight　of　a　richly　gowned　woman　in　their　midst。　　

Rapidly　she　approached　the　slovenly　barmaid　who　stared　half

in　envy；　half　in　hate；　at　her　more　fortunate　sister。



〃Have　you　seen　a　tall；　well…dressed　man　here；　but　a　minute

since；〃　she　asked；　〃who　met　another　and　went　away　with　him？〃



The　girl　answered　in　the　affirmative；　but　could　not　tell

which　way　the　two　had　gone。　　A　sailor　who　had　approached

to　listen　to　the　conversation　vouchsafed　the　information　that

a　moment　before　as　he　had　been　about　to　enter　the　〃pub〃

he　had　seen　two　men　leaving　it　who　walked　toward　the　wharf。



〃Show　me　the　direction　they　went；〃　cried　the　woman；

slipping　a　coin　into　the　man's　hand。



The　fellow　led　her　from　the　place；　and　together　they　walked

quickly　toward　the　wharf　and　along　it　until　across　the　water

they　saw　a　small　boat　just　pulling　into　the　shadows　of　a

nearby　steamer。



〃There　they　be；〃　whispered　the　man。



〃Ten　pounds　if　you　will　find　a　boat　and　row　me　to　that　steamer；〃

cried　the　woman。



〃Quick；　then；〃　he　replied；　〃for　we　gotta　go　it　if　we're　goin'

to　catch　the　Kincaid　afore　she　sails。　　She's　had　steam　up

for　three　hours　an'　jest　been　a…waitin'　fer　that　one　passenger。　　

I　was　a…talkin'　to　one　of　her　crew　'arf　an　hour　ago。〃



As　he　spoke　he　led　the　way　to　the　end　of　the　wharf　where

he　knew　another　boat　lay　moored；　and；　lowering　the　woman

into　it；　he　jumped　in　after　and　pushed　off。　　The　two　were

soon　scudding　over　the　water。



At　the　steamer's　side　the　man　demanded　his　pay　and；

without　waiting　to　count　out　the　exact　amount；　the　woman

thrust　a　handful　of　bank…notes　into　his　outstretched　hand。

A　single　glance　at　them　convinced　the　fellow　that　he　had　been

more　than　well　paid。　　Then　he　assisted　her　up　the　ladder；

holding　his　skiff　close　to　the　ship's　side　against　the　chance

that　this　profitable　passenger　might　wish　to　be　taken　ashore　later。



But　presently　the　sound　of　the　donkey　engine　and　the　rattle

of　a　steel　cable　on　the　hoisting…drum　proclaimed　the　fact　that

the　Kincaid's　anchor　was　being　raised；　and　a　moment　later

the　waiter　heard　the　propellers　revolving；　and　slowly　the　little

steamer　moved　away　from　him　out　into　the　channel。



As　he　turned　to　row　back　to　shore　he　heard　a　woman's

shriek　from　the　ship's　deck。



〃That's　wot　I　calls　rotten　luck；〃　he　soliloquized。　　〃I　might

jest　as　well　of　'ad　the　whole　bloomin'　wad。〃





When　Jane　Clayton　climbed　to　the　deck　of　the　Kincaid　she

found　the　ship　apparently　deserted。　　There　was　no　sign　of

those　she　sought　nor　of　any　other　aboard；　and　so　she　went

about　her　search　for　her　husband　and　the　child　she　hoped

against　hope　to　find　there　without　interruption。



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