第 27 节
作者:击水三千      更新:2021-02-18 22:45      字数:9321
  For an hour she had followed the old game trail toward the south; until
  there fell upon her trained hearing the stealthy padding of a stalking beast
  behind   her。  The   nearest   tree   gave   her   instant   sanctuary;   for   she   was   too
  wise   in   the   ways   of   the   jungle   to   chance   her   safety   for   a   moment   after
  discovering that she was being hunted。
  Werper; with better success; traveled slowly onward until dawn; when;
  to his chagrin; he discovered a mounted Arab upon his trail。                   It was one
  of Achmet Zek's minions; many of whom were scattered in all directions
  through the forest; searching for the fugitive Belgian。
  Jane Clayton's escape had not yet been discovered when Achmet Zek
  and his searchers set forth to overhaul Werper。 The only man who had seen
  the Belgian after his departure from his tent was the black sentry before
  the doorway of Lady Greystoke's prison hut; and he had been silenced by
  the   discovery   of   the   dead   body   of   the   man   who   had   relieved   him;   the
  sentry that Mugambi had dispatched。
  The bribe taker naturally inferred that Werper had slain his fellow and
  dared not admit that he had permitted him to enter the hut; fearing as he
  did; the anger of Achmet Zek。 So; as chance directed that he should be the
  one to discover the body of the sentry when the first alarm had been given
  following   Achmet   Zek's   discovery   that   Werper   had   outwitted   him;   the
  crafty black had dragged the dead body to the interior of a nearby tent; and
  himself resumed his station before the doorway of the hut in which he still
  believed the woman to be。
  With the discovery of the Arab close behind him; the Belgian hid in
  the foliage of a leafy bush。         Here the trail ran straight for a considerable
  distance;     and   down     the   shady    forest   aisle;  beneath     the  overarching
  branches of the trees; rode the white…robed figure of the pursuer。
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  Nearer   and   nearer   he   came。     Werper   crouched   closer   to   the   ground
  behind   the   leaves   of   his   hiding    place。   Across   the   trail   a   vine   moved。
  Werper's eyes instantly centered upon the spot。               There was no wind to stir
  the foliage in the  depths of the jungle。             Again the vine moved。           In   the
  mind of the Belgian only the presence of a sinister and malevolent force
  could account for the phenomenon。
  The   man's     eyes   bored    steadily   into   the  screen   of   leaves   upon    the
  opposite side of the trail。         Gradually a form took shape beyond thema
  tawny form; grim and terrible; with yellow…green eyes glaring fearsomely
  across the narrow trail straight into his。
  Werper could have screamed in fright; but up the trail was coming the
  messenger       of   another    death;   equally    sure    and   no   less   terrible。   He
  remained silent; almost paralyzed by fear。 The Arab approached。                      Across
  the trail from Werper the lion crouched for the spring; when suddenly his
  attention was attracted toward the horseman。
  The Belgian saw the massive head turn in the direction of the raider
  and   his   heart   all   but   ceased   its   beating   as   he   awaited   the   result   of   this
  interruption。      At a walk the horseman approached。                 Would the nervous
  animal he rode take fright at the odor of the carnivore; and; bolting; leave
  Werper still to the mercies of the king of beasts?
  But he seemed unmindful of the near presence of the great cat。                   On he
  came;     his  neck    arched;    champing      at  the  bit  between      his  teeth。   The
  Belgian      turned    his  eyes    again   toward     the   lion。   The     beast's   whole
  attention now seemed riveted upon the horseman。                   They were abreast the
  lion now; and still the brute did not spring。  Could he be   but waiting   for
  them to pass before returning his attention to the original prey?                    Werper
  shuddered   and   half   rose。      At   the   same   instant   the   lion   sprang   from   his
  place   of   concealment;   full   upon   the   mounted   man。        The   horse;   with   a
  shrill neigh of terror; shrank sideways   almost upon the Belgian; the   lion
  dragged the helpless Arab from his saddle; and the horse leaped back into
  the trail and fled away toward the west。
  But   he   did   not   flee   alone。  As   the   frightened   beast   had   pressed   in
  upon him; Werper had not been slow to note the quickly emptied saddle
  and the opportunity it presented。 Scarcely had the lion dragged the Arab
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  down from one side; than the Belgian; seizing the pommel of the saddle
  and the horse's mane; leaped upon the horse's back from the other。
  A   half   hour   later   a   naked   giant;   swinging   easily   through   the   lower
  branches of the trees; paused; and with raised head; and dilating nostrils
  sniffed the morning air。          The smell of blood fell strong upon his senses;
  and mingled with it was the scent of Numa; the lion。                    The giant cocked
  his head upon one side and listened。
  From a short distance up the trail came the unmistakable noises of the
  greedy   feeding   of   a   lion。   The   crunching   of   bones;   the   gulping   of   great
  pieces;   the   contented   growling;   all   attested   the   nearness   of   the   king   at
  table。
  Tarzan approached the spot; still keeping to the branches of the trees。
  He made no effort to conceal his approach; and presently he had evidence
  that Numa had heard him; from the ominous; rumbling warning that broke
  from a thicket beside the trail。
  Halting   upon   a   low   branch   just   above   the   lion   Tarzan   looked   down
  upon   the   grisly   scene。    Could   this   unrecognizable   thing   be   the   man   he
  had   been   trailing?   The   ape…man   wondered。         From   time   to   time   he   had
  descended   to   the   trail   and   verified   his   judgment   by   the   evidence   of   his
  scent that the Belgian had followed this game trail toward the east。
  Now he proceeded beyond the lion and his feast; again descended and
  examined the ground with his nose。 There was no scent spoor here of the
  man he had been trailing。 Tarzan returned to the tree。                 With keen eyes he
  searched the ground about the mutilated corpse for a sign of the missing
  pouch of pretty pebbles; but naught could he see of it。
  He   scolded   Numa   and   tried   to   drive   the   great   beast   away;   but   only
  angry growls rewarded his efforts。 He tore small branches from a nearby
  limb and hurled them at his ancient enemy。                Numa looked up with bared
  fangs; grinning hideously; but he did not rise from his kill。
  Then Tarzan fitted an arrow to his bow; and drawing the slim shaft far
  back let drive with all the force of the tough wood that only he could bend。
  As the arrow sank deeply into his side; Numa leaped to his feet with a roar
  of   mingled   rage   and   pain。    He   leaped   futilely   at   the   grinning   ape…man;
  tore at the protruding end of the shaft; and then; springing into the trail;
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  paced back and forth beneath his tormentor。 Again Tarzan loosed a swift
  bolt。    This time the missile; aimed with care; lodged in the lion's spine。
  The   great   creature   halted   in   its   tracks;   and   lurched   awkwardly   forward
  upon its face; paralyzed。
  Tarzan dropped to the trail; ran quickly to the beast's side; and drove
  his spear deep into the fierce heart; then after recovering his arrows turned
  his   attention to the   mutilated   remains of   the   animal's   prey  in   the   nearby
  thicket。
  The face was gone。          The Arab garments aroused no doubt as to the
  man's identity; since he had trailed him into the Arab camp and out again;
  where   he   might   easily   have   acquired   the   apparel。     So   sure   was   Tarzan
  that the body was that of he who had robbed him that he made no effort to
  verify his deductions by scent among the conglomerate odors of the great
  carnivore and the fresh blood of the victim。
  He    confined    his   attentions   to  a  careful   search    for  the   pouch;    but
  nowhere upon or about the corpse was any sign of the missing article or its
  contents。     The ape…man was disappointedpossibly not so much because