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作者:击水三千      更新:2021-02-18 22:45      字数:9322
  Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
  Tarzan and the Jewels of
  Opar
  by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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  Belgian and Arab
  Lieutenant Albert Werper had only the prestige of the name he   had
  dishonored to thank for his narrow escape from being cashiered。                    At first
  he    had   been    humbly     thankful;    too;   that  they   had    sent  him    to  this
  Godforsaken   Congo   post   instead   of   court…martialing   him;   as   he   had   so
  justly    deserved;    but   now    six  months     of  the   monotony;      the  frightful
  isolation    and   the   loneliness    had   wrought    a  change。     The    young     man
  brooded continually over his fate。           His days were filled with morbid self…
  pity;   which   eventually   engendered   in   his   weak   and   vacillating   mind   a
  hatred for those who had sent him here for the very men he had at first
  inwardly thanked for saving him from the ignominy of degradation。                       He
  regretted the gay life of Brussels as he never had regretted the sins which
  had snatched him from that gayest of capitals; and as the days passed he
  came to center his resentment upon the representative in Congo land of the
  authority which had exiled himhis captain and immediate superior。
  This   officer   was   a   cold;   taciturn   man;   inspiring   little   love   in   those
  directly beneath him; yet respected and feared by the black soldiers of his
  little command。
  Werper was accustomed to sit for hours glaring at his superior as the
  two sat upon the veranda of their common quarters; smoking their evening
  cigarets    in  a  silence   which    neither   seemed     desirous    of  breaking。    The
  senseless hatred of the lieutenant grew at last into a form of mania。                  The
  captain's natural taciturnity he distorted into a studied attempt to insult him
  because   of   his   past   shortcomings。      He   imagined   that   his   superior   held
  him in contempt; and so he chafed and fumed inwardly until one evening
  his   madness   became   suddenly   homicidal。          He   fingered   the   butt   of   the
  revolver at his hip; his eyes narrowed and his brows contracted。                   At last
  he spoke。
  〃You have insulted me for the last time!〃 he cried; springing to his feet。
  〃I   am   an   officer   and   a   gentleman;   and   I   shall   put   up   with   it   no   longer
  without an accounting from you; you pig。〃
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  The captain; an expression of surprise upon his features; turned toward
  his junior。     He had seen men before with the jungle madness upon them
  the madness of solitude and unrestrained brooding; and perhaps a touch of
  fever。
  He   rose   and   extended   his   hand   to   lay   it   upon   the   other's   shoulder。
  Quiet words of counsel were upon his lips; but they were never spoken。
  Werper construed his superior's action into an attempt to close with him。
  His   revolver   was   on   a   level   with   the   captain's   heart;   and   the   latter   had
  taken but a step when Werper pulled the trigger。               Without a moan the man
  sank to the rough planking of the veranda; and as he fell the mists that had
  clouded Werper's brain lifted; so that he saw himself and the deed that he
  had done in the same light that those who must judge him would see them。
  He heard excited exclamations from the quarters of the soldiers and he
  heard   men   running   in   his   direction。   They   would   seize   him;   and   if   they
  didn't kill him they would take him down the Congo to a point where a
  properly ordered military tribunal would do so just as effectively; though
  in a more regular manner。
  Werper had no desire to die。           Never before had he so yearned for life
  as   in   this   moment   that   he   had   so   effectively   forfeited   his   right   to   live。
  The men were nearing him。              What was he to do?           He glanced about as
  though searching for the tangible form of a legitimate excuse for his crime;
  but   he   could   find   only   the   body   of   the   man   he   had   so   causelessly   shot
  down。
  In despair; he turned and fled from the oncoming soldiery。                  Across the
  compound he ran; his revolver still clutched tightly in his hand。                     At the
  gates a sentry halted him。          Werper did not pause to parley or to exert the
  influence of his commissionhe merely raised his weapon and shot down
  the innocent black。        A moment later the fugitive had torn open the gates
  and   vanished   into   the   blackness   of   the   jungle;   but   not   before   he   had
  transferred   the  rifle  and   ammunition   belts of   the dead   sentry  to   his   own
  person。
  All   that   night   Werper   fled   farther   and   farther   into   the   heart   of   the
  wilderness。      Now and again the voice of a lion brought him to a listening
  halt; but with cocked and ready rifle he pushed ahead again; more fearful
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  of the human huntsmen in his rear than of the wild carnivora ahead。
  Dawn came at last; but still the man plodded on。 All sense of hunger
  and   fatigue   were   lost   in   the   terrors   of   contemplated   capture。   He   could
  think only of escape。 He dared not pause to rest or eat until there was no
  further danger from pursuit; and so he staggered on until at last he fell and
  could   rise   no   more。    How   long   he   had   fled   he   did   not   know;   or   try   to
  know。      When he could flee no longer the knowledge that he had reached
  his limit was hidden from him in the unconsciousness of utter exhaustion。
  And   thus   it   was   that   Achmet   Zek;   the   Arab;   found   him。   Achmet's
  followers   were   for   running   a   spear   through   the   body   of   their   hereditary
  enemy; but Achmet would have it otherwise。                  First he would question the
  Belgian。 It were easier to question a man first and kill him afterward; than
  kill him first and then question him。
  So he had Lieutenant Albert Werper carried to his own tent; and there
  slaves   administered   wine   and   food   in   small   quantities   until   at   last   the
  prisoner regained consciousness。            As he opened his eyes he saw the faces
  of strange black men about him; and just outside the tent the figure of an
  Arab。     Nowhere was the uniform of his soldiers to be seen。
  The Arab turned and seeing the open eyes of the prisoner upon him;
  entered the tent。
  〃I   am Achmet   Zek;〃   he   announced。         〃Who   are   you;   and   what   were
  you doing in my country?           Where are your soldiers?〃
  Achmet Zek!         Werper's eyes went wide; and his heart sank。               He was
  in   the   clutches    of   the   most    notorious     of  cut…throatsa     hater   of   all
  Europeans;       especially    those   who    wore    the   uniform    of   Belgium。     For
  years the military forces of Belgian Congo had waged a fruitless war upon
  this man and his followersa war in which quarter had never been asked
  nor expected by either side。
  But presently in the very hatred of the man for Belgians; Werper saw a
  faint ray of hope for himself。 He; too; was an outcast and an outlaw。                      So
  far; at least; they possessed a common interest; and Werper decided to play
  upon it for all that it might yield。
  〃I have heard of   you;〃 he replied;  〃and   was searching   for   you。              My
  people   have   turned   against   me。      I   hate   them。   Even   now   their   soldiers
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  are searching for me; to kill me。         I knew that you would protect me from
  them; for you; too; hate them。          In return I will take service with you。           I
  am a trained soldier。       I can fight; and your enemies are my enemies。〃
  Achmet Zek eyed the European in silence。                In his mind he revolved
  many   thoughts;      chief   among    which    was   that   the  unbeliever    lied。  Of
  course there was the chance that he did not lie; and if he told the truth then
  his proposition was one well worthy of consideration; since fighting men
  were   neve