only gnawed and broken bones.
Of the Russian's party, all were accounted for except Paulvitch. Four
were prisoners in the Kincaid's forecastle. The rest were dead.
With these men Tarzan got up steam upon the vessel, and with the
knowledge of the mate, who happened to be one of those surviving, he
planned to set out in quest of Jungle Island; but as the morning dawned
there came with it a heavy gale from the west which raised a sea into
which the mate of the Kincaid dared not venture. All that day the ship
lay within the shelter of the mouth of the river; for, though night
witnessed a lessening of the wind, it was thought safer to wait for
daylight before attempting the navigation of the winding channel to the
Upon the deck of the steamer the pack wandered without let or hindrance
by day, for they had soon learned through Tarzan and Mugambi that they
must harm no one upon the Kincaid; but at night they were confined
Tarzan's joy had been unbounded when he learned from his wife that the
little child who had died in the village of M'ganwazam was not their
son. Who the baby could have been, or what had become of their own,
they could not imagine, and as both Rokoff and Paulvitch were gone,
there was no way of discovering.
There was, however, a certain sense of relief in the knowledge that
they might yet hope. Until positive proof of the baby's death reached
them there was always that to buoy them up.
It seemed quite evident that their little Jack had not been brought
aboard the Kincaid. Anderssen would have known of it had such been the
case, but he had assured Jane time and time again that the little one
he had brought to her cabin the night he aided her to escape was the
only one that had been aboard the Kincaid since she lay at Dover.
Paulvitch Plots Revenge
As Jane and Tarzan stood upon the vessel's deck recounting to one
another the details of the various adventures through which each had
passed since they had parted in their London home, there glared at them
from beneath scowling brows a hidden watcher upon the shore.
Through the man's brain passed plan after plan whereby he might thwart
the escape of the Englishman and his wife, for so long as the vital
spark remained within the vindictive brain of Alexander Paulvitch none
who had aroused the enmity of the Russian might be entirely safe.
Plan after plan
How futile he and his little pop-gun appeared as he dashed after that living engine of destruction! But, oh, how glorious! It was some such thought as this that ran through Brady's mind, though articulated it might have been expressed otherwise, albeit more forcefully.Page 5
Its face was more human than otherwise.Page 7
An eerie wail floated down from above and the apparition, whatever it might have been, was swallowed by the darkness.Page 9
The thing had almost clutched him, and he had looked straight into its eyes--"dead heyes in a dead face," he had described them.Page 11
The four returned cautiously to the spot where the creature lay and after convincing themselves that it was quite dead, came close to it.Page 16
To the left, in the distance, they could see the waters of the great inland sea that covers a considerable portion of the area of the crater island of Caprona and at a little lesser distance to the south of the cliffs they saw a thin spiral of smoke arising above the tree-tops.Page 17
They told of the disappearance of Miss La Rue in the night of September 11th, and of the departure of Bowen Tyler in search of her, accompanied only by his Airedale, Nobs.Page 23
The city appeared interminable, and beyond the city, if not a savage wilderness filled with wild beasts, there was the broad inland sea infested with horrid monsters.Page 27
He dared not use his pistol for fear that once they discovered its power he would be overcome by weight of numbers and relieved of possession of what he considered his trump card, to be reserved until the last moment that it might be used to aid in his escape, for already the Englishman was planning, though almost hopelessly, such an attempt.Page 33
Take its hatchet from it and make it fast where it can do no harm until He Who Speaks for Luata has said what shall be done with it.Page 40
The final stage--that which the Galus have almost attained and for which all hope--is cos-ata-lu, which literally, means no-egg-man, or one who is born directly as are the young of the outer world of mammals.Page 41
It seemed to come from far beneath the floor.Page 42
"Let us search for the way out," suggested Bradley.Page 46
Turning quickly he saw that the thing was what he had immediately guessed it to be--a headless and wingless Wieroo corpse.Page 53
He wondered if she would have the nerve to attempt the river trip alone and regretted that now he could not accompany her.Page 54
The doorkeeper was gone but for a moment, and when he returned, he signified that Bradley's party was to enter the next chamber; but first each of the Wieroos removed his curved weapon and laid it upon the floor.Page 60
"Let them believe that he escaped.Page 73
For five minutes Bradley watched, and then he determined to board the submarine and investigate.Page 79
You will not forget me, Co-Tan?" She looked at him in wide-eyed wonder.Page 80
They will not harm us then.