any better explanation.
With at least fifty of their number flying through the black jungle,
and without the slightest knowledge of when their uncanny foemen might
resume the cold-blooded slaughter they had commenced, it was a
desperate band of cut-throats that waited sleeplessly for the dawn.
Only on the promise of the Arabs that they would leave the village at
daybreak, and hasten onward toward their own land, would the remaining
Manyuema consent to stay at the village a moment longer. Not even fear
of their cruel masters was sufficient to overcome this new terror.
And so it was that when Tarzan and his warriors returned to the attack
the next morning they found the raiders prepared to march out of the
village. The Manyuema were laden with stolen ivory. As Tarzan saw it
he grinned, for he knew that they would not carry it far. Then he saw
something which caused him anxiety--a number of the Manyuema were
lighting torches in the remnant of the camp-fire. They were about to
fire the village.
Tarzan was perched in a tall tree some hundred yards from the palisade.
Making a trumpet of his hands, he called loudly in the Arab tongue:
"Do not fire the huts, or we shall kill you all! Do not fire the huts,
or we shall kill you all!"
A dozen times he repeated it. The Manyuema hesitated, then one of them
flung his torch into the campfire. The others were about to do the
same when an Arab sprung upon them with a stick, beating them toward
the huts. Tarzan could see that he was commanding them to fire the
little thatched dwellings. Then he stood erect upon the swaying branch
a hundred feet above the ground, and, raising one of the Arab guns to
his shoulder, took careful aim and fired. With the report the Arab who
was urging on his men to burn the village fell in his tracks, and the
Manyuema threw away their torches and fled from the village. The last
Tarzan saw of them they were racing toward the jungle, while their
former masters knelt upon the ground and fired at them.
But however angry the Arabs might have been at the insubordination of
their slaves, they were at least convinced that it would be the better
part of wisdom to forego the pleasure of firing the village that had
given them two such nasty receptions. In their hearts, however, they
swore to return again with such force as would enable them to
Follow me.Page 4
"What is it?" Attracted by Brady's cry the others seized their rifles as they followed his wide-eyed, frozen gaze, nor was there one of them that was not moved by some species of terror or awe.Page 6
A huge fire blazed in the opening of their rocky shelter that the prowling carnivora might be kept at bay; and always one man stood on guard, watchfully alert against a sudden rush by some maddened beast of the jungle.Page 8
" Then he walked quickly to where Tippet lay sprawled upon his face.Page 9
"Did you get a good look at it?" Tippet said that he did--a much better look than he wanted.Page 14
The latter had no mind to fire if the beast minded its own affairs--they were only too glad to let it go its way if it would; but the lion was of a different mind.Page 21
As he sat gazing at them, one of the two awoke, separated his wings to release his arms that had been folded across his breast, placed his hands upon the floor, dropped his feet and stood erect.Page 27
Loud wails arose, great wings opened and closed with a loud, beating noise and many clawlike hands reached forth to clutch him.Page 30
There was a space between the chests and the wall, and into this he forced the corpse, piling the discarded robes upon it until it was entirely hidden from sight; but now how was he to make good his escape in the bright glare of that early Spring day? He walked to the door at the far end of the apartment and cautiously opened it an inch.Page 37
"Food!" it shrilled as with its bony fingers and its teeth, it sought the man's bare throat.Page 38
"I was young and strong when they brought me here.Page 39
With that thought in mind Bradley discovered that it was not difficult to believe in the possibility of such a scheme--there was nothing new in it.Page 41
"Why do you not go to sleep? It passes directly beneath the Blue Place of Seven Skulls.Page 46
A half-formed decision to risk an attempt to swim under water to the temple was crystallizing in spite of the fact that any chance Wieroo flying above the stream might easily see him, when again a floating object bumped against him from behind and lodged across his back.Page 48
What new mysteries lay hidden in the chambers above? The urge to know was strong upon him though his better judgment warned him that the safer course lay in retreat.Page 50
The latter dodged the first charge, drew a wicked-looking curved blade from beneath its red robe, spread its wings and dived for its antagonist.Page 58
As rapidly as was consistent with safety, the man paid out the rope.Page 59
The faint light from the grating above revealed the pile of rags in one corner; but the man lay beneath them, he made no response to Bradley's low greeting.Page 80
"I will go with you, Co-Tan," he said; and together they advanced to meet the oncoming party.Page 81
"I am Tom Billings of Santa Monica, California," he said.