Fires of Tohr 08

On the banks of a river in an uncharted section of the jungle, Tarzan and Darno and their four friends, Major Burton Ashley, Jeanette Burton, Dr. Wong Tai and Terrence O'Rourke, are captured by a strange race of yellow giants.

They escape, taking to the river in a crude native dugout and are carried by the swift current into a dark tunnel. Hours later, they emerge into bright moonlight between precipitous rocky banks, which presently give way to jungle-clad shores.

The current becomes momentarily swifter. Like the continuous crashing of giant breakers on a rocky shore, a deep booming sound warns Tarzan of a waterfall in the river beyond. Urging his companion to use their paddles, the ape man sets the example by exerting every ounce of strength in his mighty arms and shoulders in an attempt to pull the ungainly dugout to shore.

Useless effort. The current holds the canoe and its mighty grass, rushing it at ever increasing speed, nearer and nearer to the brink of the booming cataract. As the dugout splashes beneath the overhanging vine great branch, Tarzan leaps upward, blasts a fixed strand of creeper, and swarms up for the limb.

Suddenly a cry of horror escapes the occupants of the canoe, as they see the eight-man drop like a plumber toward the river, clinging to one end of the broken vine. No, no, no, see there. The other end is divine.

It holds. He is swinging toward the bank. He has at least saved himself. There is no possible way he can help us. We are doomed. Bigari, look at him belong to on the bank. With the speed of all iron.

My job is overt taking. If he can but to reach that tree, there at the edge of the falls. With the speed of an antelope, Tarzan bounds along the rough bank toward a mammoth polar copper street that stands close to the river's edge and a few yards back from the brink of the counteract.