the son of tarzan-第37部分
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How easily and naturally she had connected his avowal of love with the idea of marriage！ The Hon。 Morison was perfectly sure that he had not mentioned marriagehe had been particularly careful not to do so。 And then she was not sure that she loved him！ That； too； came rather in the nature of a shock to his vanity。 It seemed incredible that this little barbarian should have any doubts whatever as to the desirability of the Hon。 Morison Baynes。
The first flush of passion cooled； the Hon。 Morison was enabled to reason more logically。 The start had been all wrong。 It would be better now to wait and prepare her mind gradually for the only proposition which his exalted estate would permit him to offer her。 He would go slow。 He glanced down at the girl's profile。 It was bathed in the silvery light of the great tropic moon。 The Hon。 Morison Baynes wondered if it were to be so easy a matter to 〃go slow。〃 She was most alluring。
Meriem rose。 The vision of Korak was still before her。
〃Good night；〃 she said。 〃It is almost too beautiful to leave；〃 she waved her hand in a comprehensive gesture which took in the starry heavens； the great moon； the broad； silvered plain； and the dense shadows in the distance； that marked the jungle。 〃Oh； how I love it！〃
〃You would love London more；〃 he said earnestly。 〃And London would love you。 You would be a famous beauty in any capital of Europe。 You would have the world at your feet； Meriem。〃
〃Good night！〃 she repeated； and left him。
The Hon。 Morison selected a cigarette from his crested case； lighted it； blew a thin line of blue smoke toward the moon； and smiled。
Chapter 18
Meriem and Bwana were sitting on the verandah together the following day when a horseman appeared in the distance riding across the plain toward the bungalow。 Bwana shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed out toward the oncoming rider。 He was puzzled。 Strangers were few in Central Africa。 Even the blacks for a distance of many miles in every direction were well known to him。 No white man came within a hundred miles that word of his coming did not reach Bwana long before the stranger。 His every move was reported to the big Bwanajust what animals he killed and how many of each species； how he killed them； too； for Bwana would not permit the use of prussic acid or strychnine； and how he treated his 〃boys。〃
Several European sportsmen had been turned back to the coast by the big Englishman's orders because of unwarranted cruelty to their black followers； and one； whose name had long been heralded in civilized communities as that of a great sportsman； was driven from Africa with orders never to return when Bwana found that his big bag of fourteen lions had been made by the diligent use of poisoned bait。
The result was that all good sportsmen and all the natives loved and respected him。 His word was law where there had never been law before。 There was scarce a head man from coast to coast who would not heed the big Bwana's commands in preference to those of the hunters who employed them； and so it was easy to turn back any undesirable strangerBwana had simply to threaten to order his boys to desert him。
But there was evidently one who had slipped into the country unheralded。 Bwana could not imagine who the approaching horseman might be。 After the manner of frontier hospitality the globe round he met the newcomer at the gate； welcoming him even before he had dismounted。 He saw a tall； well knit man of thirty or over； blonde of hair and smooth shaven。 There was a tantalizing familiarity about him that convinced Bwana that he should be able to call the visitor by name； yet he was unable to do so。 The newcomer was evidently of Scandinavian origin both his appearance and accent denoted that。 His manner was rough but open。 He made a good impression upon the Englishman； who was wont to accept strangers in this wild and savage country at their own valuation； asking no questions and assuming the best of them until they proved themselves undeserving of his friendship and hospitality。
〃It is rather unusual that a white man comes unheralded；〃 he said； as they walked together toward the field into which he had suggested that the traveler might turn his pony。 〃My friends； the natives； keep us rather well…posted。〃
〃It is probably due to the fact that I came from the south；〃 explained the stranger； 〃that you did not hear of my coming。 I have seen no village for several marches。〃
〃No； there are none to the south of us for many miles；〃 replied Bwana。 〃Since Kovudoo deserted his country I rather doubt that one could find a native in that direction under two or three hundred miles。〃
Bwana was wondering how a lone white man could have made his way through the savage； unhospitable miles that lay toward the south。 As though guessing what must be passing through the other's mind； the stranger vouchsafed an explanation。
〃I came down from the north to do a little trading and hunting；〃 he said； 〃and got way off the beaten track。 My head man； who was the only member of the safari who had ever before been in the country； took sick and died。 We could find no natives to guide us； and so I simply swung back straight north。 We have been living on the fruits of our guns for over a month。 Didn't have an idea there was a white man within a thousand miles of us when we camped last night by a water hole at the edge of the plain。 This morning I started out to hunt and saw the smoke from your chimney； so I sent my gun bearer back to camp with the good news and rode straight over here myself。 Of course I've heard of youeverybody who comes into Central Africa doesand I'd be mighty glad of permission to rest up and hunt around here for a couple of weeks。〃
〃Certainly；〃 replied Bwana。 〃Move your camp up close to the river below my boys' camp and make yourself at home。〃
They had reached the verandah now and Bwana was introducing the stranger to Meriem and My Dear； who had just come from the bungalow's interior。
〃This is Mr。 Hanson；〃 he said； using the name the man had given him。 〃He is a trader who has lost his way in the jungle to the south。〃
My Dear and Meriem bowed their acknowledgments of the introduction。 The man seemed rather ill at ease in their presence。 His host attributed this to the fact that his guest was unaccustomed to the society of cultured women； and so found a pretext to quickly extricate him from his seemingly unpleasant position and lead him away to his study and the brandy and soda which were evidently much less embarrassing to Mr。 Hanson。
When the two had left them Meriem turned toward My Dear。
〃It is odd；〃 she said； 〃but I could almost swear that I had known Mr。 Hanson in the past。 It is odd； but quite impossible；〃 and she gave the matter no further thought。
Hanson did not accept Bwana's invitation to move his camp closer to the bungalow。 He said his boys were inclined to be quarrelsome； and so were better off at a distance； and he； himself； was around but little； and then always avoided coming into contact with the ladies。 A fact which naturally aroused only laughing comment on the rough trader's bashfulness。 He accompanied the men on several hunting trips where they found him perfectly at home and well versed in all the finer points of big game hunting。 Of an evening he often spent much time with the white foreman of the big farm； evidently finding in the society of this rougher man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana possessed for him。 So it came that his was a familiar figure about the premises by night。 He came and went as he saw fit； often wandering along in the great flower garden that was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem。 The first time that he had been surprised there he apologized gruffly； explaining that he had always been fond of the good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so successfully transplanted in African soil。
Was it； though； the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks and phlox that drew him to the perfumed air of the garden； or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered often among the blooms beneath the great moonthe black…haired； suntanned Meriem？
For three weeks Hanson had remained。 During this time he said that his boys were resting and gaining strength after their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south； but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been。 He divided his small following into two parties； entrusting the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he could trust。 To them he explained his plans and the rich reward that they would win from him if they carried his designs to a successful conclusion。 One party he moved very slowly northward along the trail that connects with the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south。 The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river which marks the natural boundary of the country that the big Bwana rightfully considers almost his own。
To his host he explained that he was moving his safari slowly toward the northhe said nothing of the party moving westward。 Then； one day； he announced that half his boys had
