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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Ages ago, no doubt, that brute's ancestors lived up yonder when there were seas and rivers, fields and forests, just as we have them on earth, among men and women who could see and breathe and enjoy everything in life and had built up civilisations like ours! "Look, it's going to fish or something. Now we shall see what it feeds on. I wonder why the water isn't frozen.
Jack now caught up his friends with a few swift strides, and all the party hurried on, the woman leading the way and guiding them. "Well done, Jack," murmured his father. "Well done, my lad. If you hadn't put a stop to that brute's yelping, he'd have brought those fellows on us as straight as they could run. Now they've got to look for us in the dark, and that's a very different affair."
The fight was then between the dragon and Guy. It seemed at first that the dragon would be the victor, but, like a flash, Guy leaped from his horse and plunged his sword deep into the brute's side. For a moment his speckled crest quivered, then all was still.
Never was seen such headlong eagerness in pursuit of an object that could not possibly be attained; never was heard such a tremendous outbreak of growling, snarling, barking, and snapping, as if one end of the ridiculous brute's body were at deadly and most unforgivable enmity with the other.
It is all warm in here!" "Yes, and some brute's been burning scent in a shovel!" thought Sir Seymour, as he stepped into the flat. "I think I'll keep my coat," he said. "I shan't be staying long." "Oh, if you are in such a hurry!" said Arabian, with sudden moody irritation. He shut the door with a bang. In the electric light he looked tired and menacing. At least Sir Seymour thought so.
The puma was rolling and writhing in helplessness, snarling viciously, and now and then howling, as it tried to rise to its feet. Rube could see the brute's big round eyes flashing brightly at first and then becoming smaller and dimmer. "Mind it don't give you a scratch with them claws," he cautioned Kiddie. Kiddie stood back, and the moonlight fell upon the puma's sleek black coat.
Dow was now at the brute's head, and probably it tried to bite him, for he struck it, crying: "Would you? Stand still till I find her. I heard her move this minute." Babbie crouched upon a big stone and sat motionless while he groped for her. Her breathing might have been tied now, as well as her mouth.
Poor little Charlie and his mother, sitting close to the cage, were the very first victims. The child himself, I think, and hope, never knew what hurt him. His skull was fractured by one stroke of the brute's paw. Signor Martigny escaped with his right arm slit into ribbons.
The beast was growling frightfully, and then upon the startled ears of the Belgian, broke a similar savage growl from the lips of the man rushing upon the beast. By a quick side step, Tarzan eluded the first swinging clutch of the lion's paws. Darting to the beast's side, he leaped upon the tawny back. His arms encircled the maned neck, his teeth sank deep into the brute's flesh.
"What would you have? Pleasure ends in cruelty. Why? I don't know, and am not sufficiently curious to try and find out.... These cigars are excellent. Give your friend some tea. Do you know, Paul, I live a brute's life? It should be time to choose oneself a destiny, to employ one's powers on something which makes life worth living. Life is a singular comedy.
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