turning the lidi back toward me, or at least
Raja was. Just why the female was keeping out of it I did not
understand, unless it was that she was not entirely clear in her own
mind as to precisely what her mate was attempting.
At any rate, I was sufficiently convinced to stop where I was and await
developments, for I could readily realize two things. One was that I
could never overhaul them before the damage was done if they should
pull the lidi down now. The other thing was that if they did not pull
it down for a few minutes it would have completed its circle and
returned close to where I stood.
And this is just what happened. The lot of them were almost swallowed
up in the twilight for a moment. Then they reappeared again, but this
time far to the right and circling back in my general direction. I
waited until I could get some clear idea of the right spot to gain that
I might intercept the lidi; but even as I waited I saw the beast
attempt to turn still more to the right--a move that would have carried
him far to my left in a much more circumscribed circle than the
hyaenodons had mapped out for him. Then I saw the female leap forward
and head him; and when he would have gone too far to the left, Raja
sprang, snapping at his shoulder and held him straight.
Straight for me the two savage beasts were driving their quarry! It
It was something else, too, as I realized while the monstrous beast
neared me. It was like standing in the middle of the tracks in front
of an approaching express-train. But I didn't dare waver; too much
depended upon my meeting that hurtling mass of terrified flesh with a
well-placed javelin. So I stood there, waiting to be run down and
crushed by those gigantic feet, but determined to drive home my weapon
in the broad breast before I fell.
The lidi was only about a hundred yards from me when Raja gave a few
barks in a tone that differed materially from his hunting-cry.
Instantly both he and his mate leaped for the long neck of the ruminant.
Neither missed. Swinging in mid-air, they hung tenaciously, their
weight dragging down the creature's head and so retarding its speed
that before it had reached me it was almost stopped and devoting all
its energies to attempting to scrape off its attackers
" She hesitated for a moment before replying.Page 48
There the count left him, after a glowing description to the general of the many attributes possessed by the ape-man which should fit him for the work of the service.Page 69
The effect of his remark upon him, however, might tend to prove his connection with, or knowledge of, certain recent happenings.Page 72
Then he inspected his revolver.Page 82
the same--it was inevitable; but she could not repress a thrill of admiration as her eyes rested upon the heroic figure before her.Page 83
And that cry--it was not human.Page 97
It was a clear night, but there was no moon--objects on deck were barely discernible.Page 100
Brently, and left to commence.Page 104
It's to take Mrs.Page 115
Presently he came upon it--a lone warrior treading softly through the jungle.Page 116
Like lightning Numa turned upon this new enemy, and, defenseless as he was, Tarzan of the Apes was nearer to death that instant than he ever before had been.Page 123
But he did think of D'Arnot, and a grin of amusement showed his strong white teeth as he pictured the immaculate Frenchman's expression could he by some means see Tarzan as he was that minute.Page 127
Before the clearing had been half crossed the Arabs opened up a withering fire from behind the palisade.Page 128
You cannot hope to pit your puny strength and simple weapons against the numbers and the guns of the Arabs and the Manyuema.Page 141
Ah, if Olga de Coude had but seen him then--could she have recognized the well-dressed, quiet young man whose well-bred face and irreproachable manners had so captivated her but a few short months ago? And Jane Porter! Would she have still loved this savage warrior chieftain, dancing naked among his naked savage subjects? And D'Arnot! Could D'Arnot have believed that this was the same man he had introduced into half a dozen of the most select clubs of Paris? What would his fellow peers in the House of Lords have said had one pointed to this dancing giant, with his barbaric headdress and his metal ornaments, and said: "There, my lords, is John Clayton, Lord Greystoke.Page 178
If he but knew the direction it was leading him! If toward the west, then he must also be beyond the city's outer walls.Page 180
They were indeed fifty frightful men, Waziri.Page 192
" "You'd never guess what he was about yesterday," continued Tennington.Page 193
" Tennington did not show the surprise he felt.Page 201
"If this be death," she murmured, "thank God that I am dead.