The Lost Continent

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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thing you call rifle stunned her,"
she explained, "and then I swam in close enough to get my knife into
her heart."

Ah, such a girl! I could not but wonder what one of our own
Pan-American women would have done under like circumstances. But then,
of course, they have not been trained by stern necessity to cope with
the emergencies and dangers of savage primeval life.

Along the bank we had just quitted, a score of lions paced to and fro,
growling menacingly. We could not return, and we struck out for the
opposite shore. I am a strong swimmer, and had no doubt as to my
ability to cross the river, but I was not so sure about Victory, so I
swam close behind her, to be ready to give her assistance should she
need it.

She did not, however, reaching the opposite bank as fresh, apparently,
as when she entered the water. Victory is a wonder. Each day that we
were together brought new proofs of it. Nor was it her courage or
vitality only which amazed me. She had a head on those shapely
shoulders of hers, and dignity! My, but she could be regal when she
chose!

She told me that the lions were fewer upon this side of the river, but
that there were many wolves, running in great packs later in the year.
Now they were north somewhere, and we should have little to fear from
them, though we might meet with a few.

My first concern was to take my weapons apart and dry them, which was
rather difficult in the face of the fact that every rag about me was
drenched. But finally, thanks to the sun and much rubbing, I
succeeded, though I had no oil to lubricate them.

We ate some wild berries and roots that Victory found, and then we set
off again down the river, keeping an eye open for game on one side and
the launch on the other, for I thought that Delcarte, who would be the
natural leader during my absence, might run up the Thames in search of
me.

The balance of that day we sought in vain for game or for the launch,
and when night came we lay down, our stomachs empty, to sleep beneath
the stars. We were entirely unprotected from attack from wild beasts,
and for this reason I remained awake most of the night, on guard. But
nothing approached us, though I could hear the lions roaring across the
river, and once I

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