ears and raised heads,
to listen to the dull booming that betokened the Dum-Dum of the apes.
Occasionally one would raise his shrill scream or thunderous roar in
answering challenge to the savage din of the anthropoids, but none came
near to investigate or attack, for the great apes, assembled in all the
power of their numbers, filled the breasts of their jungle neighbors
with deep respect.
As the din of the drum rose to almost deafening volume Kerchak sprang
into the open space between the squatting males and the drummers.
Standing erect he threw his head far back and looking full into the eye
of the rising moon he beat upon his breast with his great hairy paws
and emitted his fearful roaring shriek.
One--twice--thrice that terrifying cry rang out across the teeming
solitude of that unspeakably quick, yet unthinkably dead, world.
Then, crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly around the open circle,
veering far away from the dead body lying before the altar-drum, but,
as he passed, keeping his little, fierce, wicked, red eyes upon the
Another male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating the horrid
cries of his king, followed stealthily in his wake. Another and
another followed in quick succession until the jungle reverberated with
the now almost ceaseless notes of their bloodthirsty screams.
It was the challenge and the hunt.
When all the adult males had joined in the thin line of circling
dancers the attack commenced.
Kerchak, seizing a huge club from the pile which lay at hand for the
purpose, rushed furiously upon the dead ape, dealing the corpse a
terrific blow, at the same time emitting the growls and snarls of
combat. The din of the drum was now increased, as well as the
frequency of the blows, and the warriors, as each approached the victim
of the hunt and delivered his bludgeon blow, joined in the mad whirl of
the Death Dance.
Tarzan was one of the wild, leaping horde. His brown, sweat-streaked,
muscular body, glistening in the moonlight, shone supple and graceful
among the uncouth, awkward, hairy brutes about him.
None was more stealthy in the mimic hunt, none more ferocious than he
in the wild ferocity of the attack, none who leaped so high into the
air in the Dance of Death.
As the noise and rapidity of the drumbeats increased the dancers
apparently became intoxicated with the wild rhythm and the savage
yells. Their leaps and bounds increased, their bared fangs dripped
saliva, and their lips and breasts were flecked with foam.
For half an hour the weird dance went on, until, at a sign from
They told the girl to take off her wet clothes and throw them outside the door that they might be dried, and then to slip into.Page 11
With a loud-yelled command, he leaped to the slippery deck of the submersible, and at his heels came his hardy crew.Page 26
and made for the bow compartment where the torpedo-tubes are built into the boat; here, too, were the torpedoes.Page 29
What did the fellow intend? What was going on below? If Benson.Page 30
Lord! how I did want to smoke; but that was out of the question.Page 31
Presently the main deck came into view, and then the conning-tower opened behind me, and I turned to look into the anxious face of Bradley.Page 33
"When were yez after smellin' iceber-rgs off Peru?" Icebergs! "Icebergs, nothin'!" exclaimed one of the Englishmen.Page 34
Well, we'll accept her challenge.Page 39
"You might as well call our attention to the fact, sir," he said, "that science has indicated that there is fresh water and vegetation on Mars.Page 40
the black opening in the great cliff.Page 44
at high speed, I gave orders to reduce and moved slowly and majestically through the plunging, hissing mass.Page 46
I hoped, but I was none too sure, that shells might discourage them.Page 50
I then had arms and ammunition issued to the Germans, and leaving Bradley and five men to guard the U-33, the balance of us went ashore.Page 57
Nor did he move until I said to him: "Plesser, you may return to your quarters and dress your wound.Page 61
Passed through dense forests close to the base of the cliffs.Page 62
Olson says there is a geyser of oil there, and von Schoenvorts is making preparations to refine it.Page 63
For three days nothing of moment occurred.Page 66
Chapter 8 It was a sad leave-taking as.Page 75
If He wills otherwise, then this manuscript which I shall now consign to the inscrutable forces of the sea shall fall into friendly hands.