the beast. He shrieked aloud to Korak. "Help!
Help! The devil is going to kill me!"
Korak ran from the tent just in time to see the enraged elephant's
trunk encircle the beast's victim, and then hammock, canopy and man
were swung high over Tantor's head. Korak leaped before the animal,
commanding him to put down his prey unharmed; but as well might he have
ordered the eternal river to reverse its course. Tantor wheeled around
like a cat, hurled Malbihn to the earth and kneeled upon him with the
quickness of a cat. Then he gored the prostrate thing through and
through with his mighty tusks, trumpeting and roaring in his rage, and
at last, convinced that no slightest spark of life remained in the
crushed and lacerated flesh, he lifted the shapeless clay that had been
Sven Malbihn far aloft and hurled the bloody mass, still entangled in
canopy and hammock, over the boma and out into the jungle.
Korak stood looking sorrowfully on at the tragedy he gladly would have
averted. He had no love for the Swede, in fact only hatred; but he
would have preserved the man for the sake of the secret he possessed.
Now that secret was gone forever unless The Sheik could be made to
divulge it; but in that possibility Korak placed little faith.
The ape-man, as unafraid of the mighty Tantor as though he had not just
witnessed his shocking murder of a human being, signalled the beast to
approach and lift him to its head, and Tantor came as he was bid,
docile as a kitten, and hoisted The Killer tenderly aloft.
From the safety of their hiding places in the jungle Malbihn's boys had
witnessed the killing of their master, and now, with wide, frightened
eyes, they saw the strange white warrior, mounted upon the head of his
ferocious charger, disappear into the jungle at the point from which he
had emerged upon their terrified vision.
The Sheik glowered at the prisoner which his two men brought back to
him from the North. He had sent the party after Abdul Kamak, and he
was wroth that instead of his erstwhile lieutenant they had sent back a
wounded and useless Englishman. Why had they not dispatched him where
they had found him? He was some penniless beggar of a trader who had
wandered from his own district and became lost. He was worthless. The
Sheik scowled terribly upon him.
"Who are you?" he asked in French.
"I am the Hon. Morison Baynes
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I did not have to look at it to know that it was a heavy pistol.Page 28
And it made me love her all the more; it made me swear inwardly a thousand solemn oaths that I would win her.Page 37
" Bradley's face fell.Page 39
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For several minutes no one spoke; I think they must each have been as overcome by awe as was I.Page 44
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To my surprise he agreed that this was fair and told me that they would accept my conditions and that I could depend upon their loyalty to the common cause.Page 51
"Wot is hit, sir?" "It looks to me, Whitely, like an error," I said; "some assistant god who had been creating elephants must have been temporarily transferred to the lizard-department.Page 57
But here were intermingled the voices of later eras--the scream of the panther, the roar of the lion, the baying of wolves and a thunderous growling which we could attribute to nothing earthly but which one day we were to connect with the most fearsome of ancient creatures.Page 61
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"We may as well keep on in search of another refuge.Page 72
It was too dark to do more than this.Page 75
It was late in the morning.Page 83
Chapter 10 Once a day I descend to the base of the cliff and hunt, and fill my stomach with water from a clear cold spring.Page 84
A fourth beast lay dead or dying near by.