Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Within the dim interior of the strange rocky chamber where he had
been so ruthlessly deposited, Tarzan immediately became the center
of interest to the several Alali young that crowded about him. They
examined him carefully, turned him over, pawed him, pinched him, and at
last one of the young males, attracted by the golden locket removed it
from the ape-man's neck and placed it about his own. Lowest, perhaps,
in the order of human evolution nothing held their interest over-long,
with the result that they soon tired of Tarzan and trooped out into
the sun-lit courtyard, leaving the ape-man to regain consciousness as
best he could, or not at all. It was immaterial to them which he did.
Fortunately for the Lord of the Jungle the fall through the roof of the
forest had been broken by the fortuitous occurrence of supple branches
directly in the path of his descent, with the happy result that he
suffered only from a slight concussion of the brain. Already he was
slowly regaining consciousness, and not long after the Alali young had
left him his eyes opened, rolled dully about the dim interior of his
prison, and closed again. His breathing was normal and when again he
opened his eyes it was as though he had emerged from a deep and natural
slumber, the only reminder of his accident being a dull aching of the
head.
Sitting up, he looked about him, his eyes gradually accustoming
themselves to the dim light of the chamber. He found himself in a rude
shelter constructed of great slabs of rock. A single opening led into
what appeared to be another similar chamber the interior of which,
however, was much lighter than that in which he lay. Slowly he rose
to his feet and crossed to the opening. Across the second chamber he
beheld another doorway leading into the fresh air and the sunshine.
Except for filthy heaps of dead grasses on the floor the rooms both
were unfurnished and devoid of any suggestion that they were utilized
as places of human habitation. From the second doorway, to which he
crossed, he looked out upon a narrow courtyard walled by great slabs of
stone, the lower ends of which, embedded in the ground, caused them to
remain erect. Here he saw the young Alali squatting about, some in the
sun, others in the shadow. Tarzan looked at them in evident puzzlement.
What were they? What was this place in which he was, all too evidently,
incarcerated? Were these his keepers or were they his fellow prisoners?
How had he come hither?
Running his fingers through his shock of black hair in a
characteristic gesture of perplexity, he shook his head. He recalled
the unfortunate termination of the flight; he even remembered falling
through the foliage of the great tree; but beyond that all was blank.
He stood for a moment examining the Alali, who were all unconscious of
his near presence or his gaze upon them, and then he stepped boldly
out into the courtyard before them, as a lion, fearless, ignores the
presence of jackals.
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