Fires of Tohr 07

While resting on the bank of a swift-flowing stream in an uncharted section of the South Central African jungle, Tarzan and Darnall, Major Burton Ashley, Genet Burton, Dr. Wong Tai and Terrence O'Rourke, are captured by a band of half-human giants.

They escape and take to the river in a crude dugout. Carried around a bend, a precipitous wall of rock towering a hundred feet above the stream confronts them. Crawling from cave-like openings with which the cliff is honeycombed, are scores of the yellow savages.

Yelling fiendishly, the half-human monsters scramble down the face of the precipice to congregate on the high banks of the river. Rushed forward in the fearful grip of the current, menaced on all sides by the yellow-skinned monsters, the dug-out speeds straight and swift as an arrow toward a narrow black opening in the base of the wall.

I do! We're going to hit that hole with tremendous speed! Watch out for rocks from overhead. They're going to drop them down on us. The arrivals speak or who are actually wrong. But look out, here comes a rock as big as a hose.

A darkness. The rushing of the waters echoes and reverberates from the rocky walls

with a noise like thunder. Onward they speed through this fidget darkness for what seems in eternity. Prouched in the bottom of the dugout carried at the will of the flood. Fearful that each moment will plunge them over the brink of a cataract or grind them to bits on jutting rocks. Through the bowels of the mountain they

rush. Right ahead, we're almost through. And that hole, it looks a long way from us.

It looks like a pinpoint. We must be travelling at terrific speed. See how that opening is growing inside. I can see Smootwater beyond. Oh, thank heavens. We can only reach solid ground again. Hey, there's something we're showing you when we came in here.