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Stout, Rex, 1886-1975

"Under the Andes"


I cried out to Harry to avoid them. He did not answer, but
rushed blindly forward.
Desiree's agonized shrieks rose to the pitch of madness.
The eyes were closed, leaving but a vague mark for our spears,
and besides, there was the danger of striking Desiree. We were
barely able to keep pace with the thing as it receded swiftly
down the broad passage. Desiree had twisted her body half round,
and her face was turned toward us, shadowy as a ghost. Then her
head fell forward and hung loosely and her lips were silent. She
had fainted.
The thing moved swifter than ever; we were barely able to keep up
with it. Harry made a desperate leap forward.
I cried out a warning, but one of the writhing tentacles swept
against him and knocked him to the ground. He was up again on the
instant and came rushing up from behind.
Suddenly the passage broadened until the walls were no longer
visible; we had entered another cavern. I heard the sound of
running water somewhere ahead of us. The pace of the reptile had
not slackened for an instant.
Harry had again caught up with us, and as he ran at my side I saw
him raise his spear aloft; but I caught his arm and held it.


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