The Sacred Python

African drums are talking. Over miles of velvet jungle, the weird throbbing of the drums beats through the tropical night. Drums made of hollow logs with skin stretched tightly over one end. Sometimes human skin. Village after village takes up the message, and it booming farther into the night. Searching for a lost tribe spoken of by the natives as the Golden Race,

Professor Antoine Edwards, together with his daughter Lorna and his assistant Jack Martin, are in the wilds of French equatorial Africa. The Professor has come into possession of a preserved human head that talks. He believes it to hold the secret of lost Atlantis. Lorna was found wandering in a trance a mile from camp. They suspect it is the work of a local

which doctor the professor carrying the only gun is walking ahead with the guru a native prince while Jack carrying loner is straggling in the rear almost within reach of camp two lions appear on the trail cutting the girl boy off from the others the animals pause a moment then charge run lord I'm gonna leave you

wrong for heaven's sake go are you mad girl run it's too late now they're on Yes, sir. We're all right. At least I think so. What happened? I don't know exactly. Those shots. They were...

They were from a heavy rifle. At least the first two were. You two children are all right. Tell me what happened. I don't know rightly. But those lions, who shot them? I haven't the previous idea. When I ran back, one of them was thrashing about badly hit, so I finished him.

The other was stretched out dead. Well, at all events, there's someone around here who doesn't want us killed. What do you make of it, sir? Oh, please take me back to camp. I feel rather shaken.