she let her eyes rest for the first time
upon Tarzan. With every indication of considerable curiosity she
examined him from head to foot. Then she addressed him, and when she
had finished stood waiting, as though she expected a reply.
"I do not understand your language," said Tarzan. "Possibly we may
speak together in another tongue?" But she could not understand him,
though he tried French, English, Arab, Waziri, and, as a last resort,
the mongrel tongue of the West Coast.
She shook her head, and it seemed that there was a note of weariness in
her voice as she motioned to the priests to continue with the rites.
These now circled in a repetition of their idiotic dance, which was
terminated finally at a command from the priestess, who had stood
throughout, still looking intently upon Tarzan.
At her signal the priests rushed upon the ape-man, and, lifting him
bodily, laid him upon his back across the altar, his head hanging over
one edge, his legs over the opposite. Then they and the priestesses
formed in two lines, with their little golden cups in readiness to
capture a share of the victim's lifeblood after the sacrificial knife
had accomplished its work.
In the line of priests an altercation arose as to who should have first
place. A burly brute with all the refined intelligence of a gorilla
stamped upon his bestial face was attempting to push a smaller man to
second place, but the smaller one appealed to the high priestess, who
in a cold peremptory voice sent the larger to the extreme end of the
line. Tarzan could hear him growling and rumbling as he went slowly to
the inferior station.
Then the priestess, standing above him, began reciting what Tarzan took
to be an invocation, the while she slowly raised her thin, sharp knife
aloft. It seemed ages to the ape-man before her arm ceased its upward
progress and the knife halted high above his unprotected breast.
Then it started downward, slowly at first, but as the incantation
increased in rapidity, with greater speed. At the end of the line
Tarzan could still hear the grumbling of the disgruntled priest. The
man's voice rose louder and louder. A priestess near him spoke in
sharp tones of rebuke. The knife was quite near to Tarzan's breast
now, but it halted for an instant as the high priestess raised her eyes
to shoot her swift displeasure at the instigator of this sacrilegious
There was a sudden commotion in the direction of the disputants, and
They picked at my clothing, my hair, and my flesh.Page 20
"Now what do you suppose they intend doing with us?" We were not long in learning.Page 29
But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made everything all right again.Page 41
And then the music started--music without sound! The Mahars cannot hear, so the drums and fifes and horns of earthly bands are unknown among them.Page 49
What was in his mind I do not.Page 54
Thus conversing we followed the intricate trail toward the temple, which we came upon in a small clearing surrounded by enormous trees similar to those which must have flourished upon the outer crust during the carboniferous age.Page 56
She turned wide, fear-haunted eyes toward the Mahar queen, slowly she rose to her feet, and then as though dragged by some unseen power she moved as one in a trance straight toward the reptile, her glassy eyes fixed upon those of her captor.Page 70
However, Perry is much too pious to make the probability at all great that I should ever be called upon to rescue him from the former locality.Page 71
This was a new one on them, and so being stupid brutes they took me to their masters whom they felt would be better fitted to solve the riddle of.Page 74
are killed.Page 75
" "Perry, you ARE mad," I exclaimed.Page 76
"I cannot believe but that you will return, David," he said.Page 81
It was the very room for the finding of which Perry had given me minute directions.Page 87
What lay beyond I could not even guess--possibly a sheer drop of hundreds of feet into the corresponding valley upon the other side.Page 91
The cave was entirely empty, nor were there any signs of its having been recently occupied.Page 101
I was mad all the way through, as I had certainly felt that at least a word of thanks should have rewarded me, for I knew that even by her own standards, I must have done a very wonderful thing to have killed the redoubtable Jubal in a hand-to-hand encounter.Page 108
The Thorians alone of all the races of Pellucidar ride the lidi, for nowhere else than beside the dark country are they found.Page 109
It appeared that the woman was Dacor's mate.Page 115
It would be unfortunate should anything of that sort happen now that I am so nearly ready to depart.Page 116
And always do these awful questions harass me when I think of David Innes and his strange adventures.