time to do more than avenge.
On he sped. Night had fallen and he traveled high along the upper
terrace where the gorgeous tropic moon lighted the dizzy pathway
through the gently undulating branches of the tree tops.
Presently he caught the reflection of a distant blaze. It lay to the
right of his path. It must be the light from the camp fire the two men
had built before they were attacked--Tarzan knew nothing of the
presence of the sailors.
So sure was Tarzan of his jungle knowledge that he did not turn from
his course, but passed the glare at a distance of a half mile. It was
the camp fire of the Frenchmen.
In a few minutes more Tarzan swung into the trees above Mbonga's
village. Ah, he was not quite too late! Or, was he? He could not
tell. The figure at the stake was very still, yet the black warriors
were but pricking it.
Tarzan knew their customs. The death blow had not been struck. He
could tell almost to a minute how far the dance had gone.
In another instant Mbonga's knife would sever one of the victim's
ears--that would mark the beginning of the end, for very shortly after
only a writhing mass of mutilated flesh would remain.
There would still be life in it, but death then would be the only
charity it craved.
The stake stood forty feet from the nearest tree. Tarzan coiled his
rope. Then there rose suddenly above the fiendish cries of the dancing
demons the awful challenge of the ape-man.
The dancers halted as though turned to stone.
The rope sped with singing whir high above the heads of the blacks. It
was quite invisible in the flaring lights of the camp fires.
D'Arnot opened his eyes. A huge black, standing directly before him,
lunged backward as though felled by an invisible hand.
Struggling and shrieking, his body, rolling from side to side, moved
quickly toward the shadows beneath the trees.
The blacks, their eyes protruding in horror, watched spellbound.
Once beneath the trees, the body rose straight into the air, and as it
disappeared into the foliage above, the terrified negroes, screaming
with fright, broke into a mad race for the village gate.
D'Arnot was left alone.
He was a brave man, but he had felt the short hairs bristle upon the
nape of his neck when that uncanny cry rose upon the air.
As the writhing body of the black soared, as though by unearthly power,
into the dense foliage of
It seemed to them such a futile thing for Tippet to do, and Tippet of all men! They had never looked upon Tippet as a coward--there seemed to be no cowards among that strangely assorted company that Fate had gathered together from the four corners of the earth--but Tippet was considered a cautious man.Page 4
Directly behind the leader came another hatchet-man, and with the report of Sinclair's rifle both warriors lunged forward in the tall grass, pierced by the same bullet.Page 5
That is the way it looked to me; but what it really was I can't even guess, for such a creature is as far beyond my experience or knowledge as it is beyond yours.Page 6
They sang or talked as unconcernedly as they might have done in the bar-room of some publichouse at home.Page 9
" "Stuff and nonsense," snapped Bradley.Page 16
"Lord!" ejaculated Sinclair.Page 21
The walls were partially ceiled with thin strips of wood, nicely fitted and finished, partially plastered and the rest covered with a fine, woven cloth.Page 23
The skulls were, as a rule, painted--blue or white, or in combinations of both colors.Page 25
the rapidity with which they attempted to bolt their food, they often lost it all.Page 29
Bradley raised one half the cover and looked in.Page 30
Beside him was a door painted a vivid yellow and constructed after the same fashion as the other Wieroo doors he had seen, being made up of countless narrow strips of wood from four to six inches in length laid on in patches of about the same width, the strips in adjacent patches never running in the same direction.Page 32
The Wieroo looked relieved.Page 33
"This jaal-lu," cried the offended one, "has threatened me.Page 46
To and fro flew Wieroos, going to and from the temple.Page 50
Instantly there flashed into his memory the circular openings in the roof of the river vault and the corpses he had seen drop from them to the water beneath.Page 73
"Then why do you hide from it?" asked the girl.Page 76
A moment later the attention of each was called to Plesser by.Page 79
"Oh, so glad!" she cried.Page 83
And so they came one day to dock at the shipyard which Bowen Tyler now controlled, and here the U-33 still lies while those who passed so many eventful days within and because of her, have gone their various ways.Page 85
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