Darkness of the Night
When Tarzan of the Apes realized that he was in the grip of the great
jaws of a crocodile he did not, as an ordinary man might have done,
give up all hope and resign himself to his fate.
Instead, he filled his lungs with air before the huge reptile dragged
him beneath the surface, and then, with all the might of his great
muscles, fought bitterly for freedom. But out of his native element
the ape-man was too greatly handicapped to do more than excite the
monster to greater speed as it dragged its prey swiftly through the
Tarzan's lungs were bursting for a breath of pure fresh air. He knew
that he could survive but a moment more, and in the last paroxysm of
his suffering he did what he could to avenge his own death.
His body trailed out beside the slimy carcass of his captor, and into
the tough armour the ape-man attempted to plunge his stone knife as he
was borne to the creature's horrid den.
His efforts but served to accelerate the speed of the crocodile, and
just as the ape-man realized that he had reached the limit of his
endurance he felt his body dragged to a muddy bed and his nostrils rise
above the water's surface. All about him was the blackness of the
pit--the silence of the grave.
For a moment Tarzan of the Apes lay gasping for breath upon the slimy,
evil-smelling bed to which the animal had borne him. Close at his side
he could feel the cold, hard plates of the creature's coat rising and
falling as though with spasmodic efforts to breathe.
For several minutes the two lay thus, and then a sudden convulsion of
the giant carcass at the man's side, a tremor, and a stiffening brought
Tarzan to his knees beside the crocodile. To his utter amazement he
found that the beast was dead. The slim knife had found a vulnerable
spot in the scaly armour.
Staggering to his feet, the ape-man groped about the reeking, oozy den.
He found that he was imprisoned in a subterranean chamber amply large
enough to have accommodated a dozen or more of the huge animals such as
the one that had dragged him thither.
He realized that he was in the creature's hidden nest far under the
bank of the stream, and that doubtless the only means of ingress or
egress lay through the submerged opening through which the crocodile
had brought him.
His first thought, of course, was of escape, but
And he would let the King know to whom, and for what cause, he was beholden for his defeat and discomfiture.Page 7
far intervals by an occasional smoky lantern, until he came to a squalid tenement but a short distance from the palace.Page 19
" "I hate the King," replied the little boy.Page 40
all the rest than he, the peasants worshipped him as a deliverer from the lowborn murderers who had been wont to despoil the weak and lowly and on whose account the women of the huts and cottages had never been safe.Page 53
let us understand each other once and for all.Page 54
"And to thee, Father," replied the outlaw, "And what may be the news of Torn.Page 59
But for the fiendish cunning of the little grim, gray man's foresight, Bertrade de Montfort would have made good her escape that day.Page 63
If she could but get the old woman out, thought Bertrade, she.Page 65
Easily they wrested the dagger from Bertrade's fingers, and at the Baron's bidding, they dragged her to the great hall below.Page 76
I have come to pay homage to Bertrade de Montfort.Page 77
" "So ye like not the Devil of Torn?" he asked.Page 83
"There be that of which I dare not speak to thee yet and only may I guess and dream of what I think, nor do I know whether I must hope that it be false or true, but now, if ever, the time hath come for the question to be settled.Page 86
"The daughter of a De Montfort could scarcely be happy with a nameless adventurer," he added, a little bitterly.Page 92
so I will grant you at least one favor.Page 93
He was vaguely troubled by it, yet why he could scarcely have told, himself.Page 95
They were at the far end of the apartment, and his cry of anger at the sight caused the Earl to drop his prey, and turn with drawn sword to meet him.Page 107
"I drew in the service of a woman, Your Majesty, not in the service of a queen.Page 114
I may offend, but thou know I do not mean to.Page 133
" "My Lord King," cried De Montfort, flushing with anger, "I called not upon this fellow, nor did I know he.Page 141
"What dost thou here, Norman of Torn?" cried De Montfort, angrily.