them near those strong teeth of
his. He felt a wild wave of madness sweep over him as his efforts to
regain his liberty met with failure.
Numa was roaring almost continually now. It was quite evident that he
was coming down into the desert to hunt. It was the roar of a hungry
lion. Tarzan envied him, for he was free. No one would tie him with
ropes and slaughter him like a sheep. It was that which galled the
ape-man. He did not fear to die, no--it was the humiliation of defeat
before death, without even a chance to battle for his life.
It must be near midnight, thought Tarzan. He had several hours to
live. Possibly he would yet find a way to take Rokoff with him on the
long journey. He could hear the savage lord of the desert quite close
by now. Possibly he sought his meat from among the penned animals
within the DOUAR.
For a long time silence reigned, then Tarzan's trained ears caught the
sound of a stealthily moving body. It came from the side of the tent
nearest the mountains--the back. Nearer and nearer it came. He
waited, listening intently, for it to pass. For a time there was
silence without, such a terrible silence that Tarzan was surprised that
he did not hear the breathing of the animal he felt sure must be
crouching close to the back wall of his tent.
There! It is moving again. Closer it creeps. Tarzan turns his head
in the direction of the sound. It is very dark within the tent.
Slowly the back rises from the ground, forced up by the head and
shoulders of a body that looks all black in the semi-darkness. Beyond
is a faint glimpse of the dimly starlit desert. A grim smile plays
about Tarzan's lips. At least Rokoff will be cheated. How mad he will
be! And death will be more merciful than he could have hoped for at
the hands of the Russian.
Now the back of the tent drops into place, and all is darkness
again--whatever it is is inside the tent with him. He hears it
creeping close to him--now it is beside him. He closes his eyes and
waits for the mighty paw. Upon his upturned face falls the gentle
touch of a soft hand groping in the dark, and then a girl's voice in a
scarcely audible whisper pronounces
"Number one went to the bad about an hour and a half ago.Page 11
Every officer and man aboard was tense with nervous excitement as we awaited the result of the reading.Page 12
The sea shimmered in the sunlight.Page 16
the third day that we raised land, dead ahead, which I took, from my map, to be the isles of Scilly.Page 21
They seemed to be answering the cries of their fellows at the water's edge, and from the wide distribution and great volume of the sound we came to the conclusion that enormous numbers of these beasts must roam the adjacent country.Page 26
" The males fight for the favor of the females.Page 30
him, and as he struggled to rise, clawing viciously at me, I put a bullet in his spine.Page 32
"Take off your cap," she said, and when, to humor.Page 34
My objections to this, that the present inhabitants of England are mentally fit, and could therefore not have descended from an ancestry of undiluted lunacy he brushes aside with the assertion that insanity is not necessarily hereditary; and that even though it was, in many cases a return to natural conditions from the state of high civilization, which is thought to have induced mental disease in the ancient world, would, after several generations, have thoroughly expunged every trace of the affliction from the brains and nerves of the descendants of the original maniacs.Page 39
Buckingham had relieved me of my weapons, though he had not the slightest idea of their purpose or uses, and when we reached the camp he exhibited both me and my arms with every indication of pride in this great capture.Page 50
Victory seized my arm, with a quick, "This way! Here is a door," and a moment later we were in a tiny antechamber at the foot of a narrow stone staircase.Page 58
Toward morning I dozed, and the sun was well up when Victory aroused me by gently shaking my shoulder.Page 65
The thought was almost like a physical blow in the face--it stunned me.Page 67
There could be no close bonds of interest between us.Page 68
When I had told Delcarte and Taylor that I intended searching for the girl, neither had demurred.Page 71
That they were the outpost of some powerful black nation seemed likely, yet where the seat of that nation lay I could not guess.Page 76
In the center of the troops following the imperial elephant marched a great caravan of slaves.Page 77
The city was filled with wounded.Page 83
Her expression was inscrutable--I could not guess whether she was glad to see me, or not.Page 86
A sergeant came for me along with the interpreter, and I managed to obtain his permission to let Victory accompany me--I had never left her alone with the prisoners since we had been captured.