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He
wanted
,
very
,
very
much
,
to
feel
his
teeth
sink
into
the
neck
of
the
queer
animal
that
he
had
learned
to
hate
and
fear
,
and
because
of
this
,
he
came
often
with
his
tribe
to
reconnoiter
,
waiting
for
a
time
when
the
white
ape
should
be
off
his
guard
.
Of
late
they
had
quit
attacking
,
or
even
showing
themselves
;
for
every
time
they
had
done
so
in
the
past
the
little
stick
had
roared
out
its
terrible
message
of
death
to
some
member
of
the
tribe
.
Today
there
was
no
sign
of
the
man
about
,
and
from
where
they
watched
they
could
see
that
the
cabin
door
was
open
.
Slowly
,
cautiously
,
and
noiselessly
they
crept
through
the
jungle
toward
the
little
cabin
.
There
were
no
growls
,
no
fierce
screams
of
rage
--
the
little
black
stick
had
taught
them
to
come
quietly
lest
they
awaken
it
.
On
,
on
they
came
until
Kerchak
himself
slunk
stealthily
to
the
very
door
and
peered
within
.
Behind
him
were
two
males
,
and
then
Kala
,
closely
straining
the
little
dead
form
to
her
breast
.
Inside
the
den
they
saw
the
strange
white
ape
lying
half
across
a
table
,
his
head
buried
in
his
arms
;
and
on
the
bed
lay
a
figure
covered
by
a
sailcloth
,
while
from
a
tiny
rustic
cradle
came
the
plaintive
wailing
of
a
babe
.
Noiselessly
Kerchak
entered
,
crouching
for
the
charge
;
and
then
John
Clayton
rose
with
a
sudden
start
and
faced
them
.
The
sight
that
met
his
eyes
must
have
frozen
him
with
horror
,
for
there
,
within
the
door
,
stood
three
great
bull
apes
,
while
behind
them
crowded
many
more
;
how
many
he
never
knew
,
for
his
revolvers
were
hanging
on
the
far
wall
beside
his
rifle
,
and
Kerchak
was
charging
.
When
the
king
ape
released
the
limp
form
which
had
been
John
Clayton
,
Lord
Greystoke
,
he
turned
his
attention
toward
the
little
cradle
;
but
Kala
was
there
before
him
,
and
when
he
would
have
grasped
the
child
she
snatched
it
herself
,
and
before
he
could
intercept
her
she
had
bolted
through
the
door
and
taken
refuge
in
a
high
tree
.
As
she
took
up
the
little
live
baby
of
Alice
Clayton
she
dropped
the
dead
body
of
her
own
into
the
empty
cradle
;
for
the
wail
of
the
living
had
answered
the
call
of
universal
motherhood
within
her
wild
breast
which
the
dead
could
not
still
.
