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Updated: May 7, 2025
A choking sensation warned her to stop, but she retained the power to smile. The sun had set, and the slow northern night was beginning to close in. Across the lake the mountains of Vermont were receding into deep purple uniformity, while over the crimson of the west a veil of filmy black was falling, as though dropped in mid-flight by the angel of the dark.
The huge beast with blood pouring from his head turned and would have been upon him at the second leap, but a long barrel and then an arm was projected over Ned's shoulder. A pistol was fired almost in his ear. The monster's spring was checked in mid-flight, and he fell to the earth, dead. Ned too, fell, but in a faint. Ned revived and sat up.
I caught a glimpse of Asa Hall flung high into the air, shot dead in mid-flight, the whirling body dropping into the ruck below.
And still the weapon waited until the snarling faces of the enemy were close. Then the pistol cracked once, and the roar of its exploding shell came thundering after. For an instant all motion ceased; the very wings of the flying beasts seemed frozen rigid in mid-flight. Then the whole of the vast room was in motion.
There were halls and vast rooms without number; there were carvings that glowed with a light of their own figures so filled with the very spirit of livingness that they seemed stepping out from the cold walls to greet him; there were more celestial hosts of purest white poised apparently in mid-flight.
More extraordinary still was the fact that his power of initiative was for the moment completely paralyzed, and that he was tortured by a deplorable indecision. He was furious, that was plain, nevertheless his anger had been halted in mid-flight, as it were; desperation battled with an inexplicable dread. He raised his hands now, but more in a gesture of surrender than of threat.
And then a number of things happened, almost simultaneously the lion sprang from his ambush toward the retreating black Tarzan cried out in warning and the black turned just in time to see Numa halted in mid-flight by a slender strand of grass rope, the noosed end of which had fallen cleanly about his neck.
Mahon and Williams raised their guns. The former edged out toward the narrow path. He had no thought of warning the man he wished to see him dash into that shaft of light, that eyes might come to the aid of ears. Another moment. . . . With a slithering of hoofs the horse pulled up in mid-flight at the very edge of the beams. A voice, husky with anxiety, shouted: "Sergeant, Sergeant Mahon! Quick!
On seeing a stranger, they were frozen in mid-flight with the shy gaze of country children. "Here, childer, 'tis Piper Tim come back to visit us. Piper Tim that I've told ye so many tales about an' the gran' tunes he can play on his pipes. He can play with ye better nor I he niver has aught else to do!"
As he spoke, he caught up Sally's case, and gave it a mighty swing from the tonneau to the front seat. In mid-flight, the suit-case opened. Jars and powders, slippers and beribboned apparel scattered in every direction.
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