and made for the bow compartment where
the torpedo-tubes are built into the boat; here, too, were the
torpedoes. The girl accompanied us, and when she saw the thing I had
in mind, she stepped forward and lent a hand to the swinging of the
great cylinder of death and destruction into the mouth of its tube.
With oil and main strength we shoved the torpedo home and shut the
tube; then I ran back to the conning-tower, praying in my heart of
hearts that the U-33 had not swung her bow away from the prey. No,
Never could aim have been truer. I signaled back to Olson: "Let 'er
go!" The U-33 trembled from stem to stern as the torpedo shot from its
tube. I saw the white wake leap from her bow straight toward the enemy
cruiser. A chorus of hoarse yells arose from the deck of our own
craft: I saw the officers stand suddenly erect in the boat that was
approaching us, and I heard loud cries and curses from the raider.
Then I turned my attention to my own business. Most of the men on the
submarine's deck were standing in paralyzed fascination, staring at the
torpedo. Bradley happened to be looking toward the conning-tower and
saw me. I sprang on deck and ran toward him. "Quick!" I whispered.
"While they are stunned, we must overcome them."
A German was standing near Bradley--just in front of him. The
Englishman struck the fellow a frantic blow upon the neck and at the
same time snatched his pistol from its holster. Von Schoenvorts had
recovered from his first surprise quickly and had turned toward the
main hatch to investigate. I covered him with my revolver, and at the
same instant the torpedo struck the raider, the terrific explosion
drowning the German's command to his men.
Bradley was now running from one to another of our men, and though some
of the Germans saw and heard him, they seemed too stunned for action.
Olson was below, so that there were only nine of us against eight
Germans, for the man Bradley had struck still lay upon the deck. Only
two of us were armed; but the heart seemed to have gone out of the
boches, and they put up but half-hearted resistance. Von Schoenvorts
was the worst--he was fairly frenzied with rage and chagrin, and he
came charging for me like a mad bull, and as he came he discharged his
pistol. If he'd stopped long enough to take
What was he to do? He glanced about as though searching for the tangible form of a legitimate excuse for his crime; but he could find only the body of the man he had so causelessly shot down.Page 4
"He has a wife," replied Achmet Zek, "whom men say is very beautiful.Page 17
Six trips he made in the five hours before Basuli reached the kopje, and at the end of that time he had transported forty-eight ingots to the edge of the great boulder, carrying upon each trip a load which might well have staggered two ordinary men, yet his giant frame showed no evidence of fatigue, as he helped to raise his ebon warriors to the hill top with the rope that had been brought for the purpose.Page 19
By striking numerous matches the Belgian at last found what he sought, and when, a moment later, the sickly rays relieved the Stygian darkness about him, he breathed a nervous sigh of relief, for the impenetrable gloom had accentuated the terrors of his situation.Page 21
With the light he found it easier to regain control of his nerves, and presently he was again making his way along the tunnel in search of an avenue of escape.Page 23
Monkeys scampered about the deserted ruins, and gaily plumaged birds flitted in and out among the columns and the galleries far above; but no sign of human presence was discernible.Page 24
His staring eyes wandered to the golden goblets from which the hideous votaries would soon quench their inhuman thirst in his own, warm life-blood.Page 32
He saw the formidable creature rise to a standing position.Page 40
When all had passed, Tarzan rose and emerged from concealment.Page 42
What the Arab would now do with Lady Greystoke, in view of the mental affliction of her husband, Werper neither knew nor cared.Page 46
A dozen times he had escaped the claws and fangs of the giant carnivora only by what seemed a miracle to him.Page 65
That was her answer! The High Priestess leaped to her feet.Page 95
Instead he turned and slunk through the darkness toward the hut where the she who had arrested his brutish interest lay securely bound.Page 111
He approached the sleeper upon padded feet which gave forth no sound, and with an uncanny woodcraft that rustled not a leaf or a grass blade.Page 116
Only the clean-picked bones of the ape, scattered about the ground, attested the fact of what had transpired in this seemingly peaceful spot but a few hours before.Page 129
"The woman resisted," he said, "and Mohammed Beyd was forced to shoot her.Page 131
A thorn boma had been thrown up about the camp, to discourage the bolder of the hungry carnivora.Page 137
The light of rage flared.Page 149
the speed of all was limited to that of the slowest.Page 152
But when he came to the place, Werper was gone, and though Tarzan called aloud many times he received no reply.