groan. Bradley felt his hair rise upon his head. He struggled with
the slowly parting strands that held him. The thing beside him rose up
higher than before and the Englishman could have sworn that he saw a
single eye peering at him from among the tumbled cloth. For a moment
the bundle remained motionless--only the sound of breathing issued from
it, then there broke from it a maniacal laugh.
Cold sweat stood upon Bradley's brow as he tugged for liberation. He
saw the rags rise higher and higher above him until at last they
tumbled upon the floor from the body of a naked man--a thin, a bony, a
hideous caricature of man, that mouthed and mummed and, wabbling upon
its weak and shaking legs, crumpled to the floor again, still
It crawled toward Bradley. "Food! Food!" it screamed. "There is a
way out! There is a way out!"
Dragging itself to his side the creature slumped upon the Englishman's
breast. "Food!" it shrilled as with its bony fingers and its teeth, it
sought the man's bare throat.
"Food! There is a way out!" Bradley felt teeth upon his jugular. He
turned and twisted, shaking himself free for an instant; but once more
with hideous persistence the thing fastened itself upon him. The weak
jaws were unable to send the dull teeth through the victim's flesh; but
Bradley felt it pawing, pawing, pawing, like a monstrous rat, seeking
his life's blood.
The skinny arms now embraced his neck, holding the teeth to his throat
against all his efforts to dislodge the thing. Weak as it was it had
strength enough for this in its mad efforts to eat. Mumbling as it
worked, it repeated again and again, "Food! Food! There is a way
out!" until Bradley thought those two expressions alone would drive him
And all but mad he was as with a final effort backed by almost maniacal
strength he tore his wrists from the confining bonds and grasping the
repulsive thing upon his breast hurled it halfway across the room.
Panting like a spent hound Bradley worked at the thongs about his
ankles while the maniac lay quivering and mumbling where it had fallen.
Presently the Englishman leaped to his feet--freer than he had ever
before felt in all his life, though he was still hopelessly a prisoner
in the Blue Place of Seven Skulls.
With his back against the wall for support, so weak the reaction left
him, Bradley stood watching the creature
Leaping to the running-board, she had attempted to snatch the baby from the arms of the stranger, and here, screaming and fighting, she had clung to her position even after the taxicab had got under way; nor was it until the machine had passed the Greystoke residence at good speed that Carl, with a heavy blow to her face, had succeeded in knocking her to the pavement.Page 4
Or it might be that it had been simply a bait to lure Tarzan into the hands of the implacable Rokoff.Page 9
He had hoped to learn through this fellow whether his little son was aboard the Kincaid, but to every question upon this or kindred subjects the fellow returned but one reply, "Ay tank it blow purty soon purty hard.Page 15
His strong, white teeth sank into the hairy throat of his enemy as he sought the pulsing jugular.Page 33
The fellow was a magnificent specimen of manhood--a black counterpart in physique of the splendid white man whom he faced.Page 54
through which it had entered.Page 61
A moment later he had cut the rope that held the small boat to the steamer's side, and, bending silently to the muffled oars, was pulling toward the black shadows up the Ugambi River.Page 62
Then once more she would cuddle the warm, little bundle close to her throbbing heart.Page 65
Mugambi's absence worried the ape-man not a little.Page 79
Her tent was always pitched in the most favourable location.Page 80
word reached them that Rokoff was but a few marches behind them, and that he had at last discovered the direction of their flight.Page 83
understand her words, but they saw the cause of her trouble, and soon a young woman had pulled her into a hut and with several others was doing her poor best to quiet the child and allay its agony.Page 87
" Rokoff was anxious to have the thing over and get back to his camp with his victim.Page 95
At first sight of the man she had been positive that he would be torn to pieces, and she had half risen from her shelter, raising her rifle to her shoulder to do what she could to avert the man's terrible fate.Page 111
Nor was he long in coming upon the object which he sought.Page 115
" Tarzan glanced behind her.Page 128
No, the man decided that he would keep this knowledge to himself.Page 136
The two members of the Kincaid's company followed Momulla and his fellows to a point in the jungle close by the camp of the mutineers.Page 144
The woman had found a revolver in a table drawer in the room in which she had been locked, and now she kept the mate of the Kincaid at bay with the weapon.Page 147
Accompanying them were Mugambi and the Mosula woman whom he had found in the bottom of the canoe that night upon the bank of the little tributary of the Ugambi.