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Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 3473    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

re the boy and the ape confronted him, a tall broad-shouldered man pushed past him an

!" he e

ward him, calling out in excited jabbering. The man, his eyes

!" he

iner's jaw dropped as he listened to what followed, for from the lips of the Englishman flowed

in the box, his pock-marked features working spasmodically in varying expressio

Akut. "Now that I have found you I shall

ngs and bristling whiskers, Sheeta the terrible; and pressing close behind the savage and the savage panther, the hideous apes of Akut. The man sighed. Strong within him surged the jungle lust that he had thought dead. Ah! if he could go back even for a brief month of it, to feel again the brush of leafy branches against his naked hide; to s

ld return, I shall see that it is done. You co

orward. The ape bared

arzan of the Apes. "I will

he latter, at John Clayton's request, told where

er spoke for several minutes after they had entered

ogether in the ape's tongue. How did the ape

s that stalked one by day and by night; of the periods of drought, and of the cataclysmic rains; of hunger; of cold; of intense heat; of nakedness and fear and suffering. He told him of all those things that seem most horrible to the creature of civilization in the hope that the knowledge of them might expunge from the lad'

boy with the facts of his jungle life. The mother, who had long foreseen that her son must some time know of those frightful years during which his father had roamed the jung

e pock-marked old owner of the ape, whom he did not recognize as the wily Paulvitch of former days. Tarzan, influenced by Akut's ple

to elude his new tutor-who had replaced the terrified Mr. Moore-and after a considerable search through a section of London which he had never before visited, he found the smelly little quarters of the pock-marked old man. The old fellow himself replied to his knocking, and when he stated that he had come to see Ajax, opened the door and admitted him to the little room which he and the great ape occupied. In former years Paulvitch had been a fastidious scoundrel; but ten years of hideous life among the cannibals of Africa had eradicate

another in the jungle. My father is Lord Greystoke. He does not know that I have come here. My mother forb

a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness, and so now it was that Alexis Paulvitch was slowly recalling the events of his past life and a

ould play into his hands in some way in the future. He told the boy all that he knew of his father's past life in the jungle and when he found that the boy had been kept in ignorance of all these things for so many years, and that he had been forbidden visiting the zoolog

with which Paulvitch was all too familiar. He left him alone with Akut much, and it was not long until he was surprised to learn that the

by a desire upon his part to return the beast to the liberty of his native jungle; but also because his wife feared that in some way her son might learn the whereabo

ce scarce a half hour had passed since the time the future Lord Greystoke had been sit

ed to perform upon the stage after having discovered Tarzan. It was as though the beast had suffered himself to be brought from his jungle home and exhibited before thousands of curious spectators for the sole purpose of searching out his long lost friend and master, and, having found him, considered further mingling with the common herd of humans unnecessary. However that may be, the fact remained that no amount of persuasion could influence him even to

res and miseries of his life, which he attributed to Tarzan; the latest, and by no means the least, of which was Ajax's refusal to longer earn money for him.

ently cunning to at least cast a doubt upon the assertion that his mentality was wandering. It assured him first of the competence which Lord Greystoke had promised to pay him for the deportation of the ape, and then of revenge upon his benefactor through the son he idolized. That part of his scheme was crude and brutal-it lac

having overheard he begged them to bring the ape home that he might have him for a play-fellow. Tarzan would not have been averse to this plan; but Lady Greystoke was horrified at the very thought of it. Jack pleaded with

lied with money, so that when necessity demanded he had no difficulty in collecting several hundred pounds. Some of this money he i

oy dared not take him fully into his confidence for fear that the old fellow would not only refuse to aid him, but would report the whole affair to his father. Instead, he simply asked permissi

stead I will come here after they have left me on board the train. Then I can take Ajax to Dover, you see, and arrive at school onl

ld doubtless have entirely abandoned his own scheme of revenge and aided the boy whole heartedly in the consummation o

, descended from the compartment and sought a cab stand outside the station. Here he engaged a cabby to take him to the Russian's address. It was dusk when he arrived. He found Paulvitch awaiting him. The man was pacing the floor nervously. The ape was tied with a

He walked back and forth, up and down the room. His pock-marked features were working horribly as he talked silent to himself.

show you how to secure the ape should he

necessary," he replied. "Ajax w

," he repeated. "If you do not do as I say you shall not accomp

crossed the room and

me," directed the latter, "that I ma

to do so. Instantly the old man slipped the running noose over one of the lad's

floor, leaping upon his breast as he fell. From the bed the ape growled and struggled with his bonds. The boy did not cry out-a trait inherited from his savage s

ad's throat. He grinned down hor

for a few minutes, and that you sneaked in and the ape killed you. I will throw your body upon the bed after I have choked the life from you, and when

fingers tightened their grip upon his throat. It was with difficulty that he breathed, gaspingly. The ape lunged against the stout cord that held him. Turning, he wrapped the cord about his hands, as a man m

up. His hideous face went whit

. Great fingers sunk into the man's flesh. Yellow fangs gaped close to his throat-he struggled, futilely-and whe

sts. Finally they gave up their secret, and the boy was free. Then he opened one of his bags and drew forth some garments. His plans had been well made. He did

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