in which he might learn these things,
and that was to lower himself into the stream. For only an instant he
hesitated weighing his chances. Behind him lay almost certainly the
horrid fate of An-Tak; before him nothing worse than a comparatively
painless death by drowning. Holding his haversack above his head with
one hand he lowered his feet slowly over the edge of the narrow
platform. Almost immediately he felt the swirling of cold water about
his ankles, and then with a silent prayer he let himself drop gently
into the stream.
Great was Bradley's relief when he found the water no more than waist
deep and beneath his feet a firm, gravel bottom. Feeling his way
cautiously he moved downward with the current, which was not so strong
as he had imagined from the noise of the running water.
Beneath the first arch he made his way, following the winding
curvatures of the right-hand wall. After a few yards of progress his
hand came suddenly in contact with a slimy thing clinging to the
wall--a thing that hissed and scuttled out of reach. What it was, the
man could not know; but almost instantly there was a splash in the
water just ahead of him and then another.
On he went, passing beneath other arches at varying distances, and
always in utter darkness. Unseen denizens of this great sewer,
disturbed by the intruder, splashed into the water ahead of him and
wriggled away. Time and again his hand touched them and never for an
instant could he be sure that at the next step some gruesome thing
might not attack him. He had strapped his haversack about his neck,
well above the surface of the water, and in his left hand he carried
his knife. Other precautions there were none to take.
The monotony of the blind trail was increased by the fact that from the
moment he had started from the foot of the ladder he had counted his
every step. He had promised to return for An-Tak if it proved humanly
possible to do so, and he knew that in the blackness of the tunnel he
could locate the foot of the ladder in no other way.
He had taken two hundred and sixty-nine steps--afterward he knew that
he should never forget that number--when something bumped gently
against him from behind. Instantly he wheeled about and with knife
ready to defend himself stretched forth his right hand to push away the
object that now had lodged against his body.
From the lips of the ape-man broke a rumbling growl of warning.Page 16
Tarzan was nowhere in sight.Page 19
Groping his way toward the far end of the chamber, he sought the candle which Tarzan had left stuck in its own wax upon the protruding end of an ingot.Page 26
What harm could befall her with such as these to protect her? The raiders had halted now, a hundred yards out upon the plain.Page 47
It was necessary to rid himself of her as quickly as possible and it was also well to obtain the gold with the least possible delay.Page 55
Lord Greystoke had ceased to exist.Page 68
Tantor bore down upon him trumpeting shrilly.Page 71
Had I not taken it from La you would have slain me and now your god must be glad that I took it since I have saved his priestess from love-mad Tantor.Page 79
Werper's eyes instantly centered upon the spot.Page 89
With Taglat there was another incentive--a secret and sinister incentive, which, had Tarzan of the Apes had knowledge of it, would have sent him at the other's throat in jealous rage.Page 93
For some time Werper entertained the idea of bribing Abdul Mourak with a portion of the contents of the pouch; but fearing that the man would demand all the gems as the price of liberty, the Belgian, influenced by avarice, sought another avenue.Page 99
Tarzan uttered a low, ominous growl.Page 102
Abdul Mourak, always watchful, was the first to see them, but already they were halfway across the open.Page 104
But this enemy wielded no sword, and his spear and bow remained upon his back.Page 108
But Achmet Zek was no fool to expose himself to the blackened honor of a thief and a murderer.Page 116
It was almost dark before the lion finally quit the clearing, and even had his place beside the remnants of the mangled ape not been immediately usurped by a pack of hyenas, Jane Clayton would scarcely have dared venture from her refuge in the face of impending night, and so she composed herself as best she could for the long and tiresome wait, until daylight might offer some means of escape from the dread vicinity in which she had witnessed such terrifying adventures.Page 123
pursue us, and if they do not they will at least ride north with less rapidity than as though they thought that we were ahead of them.Page 134
With Achmet Zek and Mohammed Beyd both dead, the raiders were without a leader, and after a brief conference they decided to return into the north on visits to the various tribes to which they belonged.Page 141
Werper, however, was voluble in his protests.Page 154
Tarzan stooped and lifted a leathern pouch from the grisly relics of a man.