in review before my mind's
I tried to imagine the astonishment, incredulity, and horror with which
my family and friends would be overwhelmed if, for an instant, space
could be annihilated and they could see me at the gates of London.
The gates of London! Where was the multitude hurrying to the marts of
trade after a night of pleasure or rest? Where was the clang of
tramcar gongs, the screech of motor horns, the vast murmur of a dense
Where were they? And as I asked the question a lone, gaunt lion strode
from the tangled jungle upon the far side of the clearing.
Majestically and noiselessly upon his padded feet the king of beasts
moved slowly toward the gates of London and toward me.
Was I afraid? I fear that I was almost afraid. I know that I thought
that fear was coming to me, and so I straightened up and squared my
shoulders and looked the lion straight in the eyes--and waited.
It is not a nice way to die--alone, with one's hands fast bound,
beneath the fangs and talons of a beast of prey. No, it is not a nice
way to die, not a pretty way.
The lion was halfway across the clearing when I heard a slight sound
behind me. The great cat stopped in his tracks. He lashed his tail
against his sides now, instead of simply twitching its tip, and his low
moan became a thunderous roar.
As I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of the thing that had aroused
the fury of the beast before me, it sprang through the arched gateway
and was at my side--with parted lips and heaving bosom and disheveled
hair--a bronzed and lovely vision to eyes that had never harbored hope
It was Victory, and in her arms she clutched my rifle and revolver. A
long knife was in the doeskin belt that supported the doeskin skirt
tightly about her lithe limbs. She dropped my weapons at my feet, and,
snatching the knife from its resting place, severed the bonds that held
me. I was free, and the lion was preparing to charge.
"Run!" I cried to the girl, as I bent and seized my rifle. But she
only stood there at my side, her bared blade ready in her hand.
The lion was bounding toward us now in prodigious leaps. I raised the
rifle and fired. It was a lucky shot, for I had no time to aim
carefully, and when the
"Yer cawn't tell me," he cried.Page 7
"My grandaddy used to live down Coppington wy," said Tippet.Page 9
"Hit was Death," moaned Tippet, shuddering, and again a pall of gloom fell upon the little party.Page 10
"Scatter!" shouted Bradley to those behind him; and all but Tippet heeded the warning.Page 26
Of course it could make nothing of the strange characters; but it evidently accepted them as proof that Bradley possessed knowledge of a written language of his own, for following the Englishman's entry it made a few characters of its own.Page 27
A moment later they swarmed about his head as he ran for the apartment in which he had spent the early hours of the morning after his arrival.Page 31
As Bradley stood flattened against the wall waiting for the Wieroo to move on, he heard the creature's wings brushing against the sides of the buildings as it made its way down the narrow passage in his direction.Page 32
" And stepping to the door the creature raised its voice in one of those uncanny, depressing wails.Page 36
With renewed strength Bradley strained at his bonds, his fascinated gaze still glued upon the shapeless bundle.Page 39
From the ape the individual, if it survived, slowly developed into the lowest order of man--the Alu--and then.Page 46
To and fro flew Wieroos, going to and from the temple.Page 49
" He was quite close to the girl when she replied by striking him in the face with all her strength.Page 53
I have never seen such a one.Page 55
Bradley leaned forward and whispered: "It is for your ears alone; I will not divulge it to others, and then only on condition that you carry me and the girl I saw in the place of the yellow door near to that of Fosh-bal-soj back to her own country.Page 62
As he paused, the girl climbed to his side, and together they looked through the crack into a low-ceiled chamber in which were several Galu women and an equal number of hideous little replicas of the full-grown Wieroos with which Bradley was not quite familiar.Page 65
Two more stood near a door a few yards distant.Page 68
"You are not happy," she said once.Page 72
Nearer and nearer loomed the mainland--a broad, parklike expanse stretching inland to the foot of a low plateau spread out before them.Page 73
" "Many months have passed since I knew what was going on among my friends," he replied.Page 79
The second day was practically a repetition of the first.