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Stout, Rex, 1886-1975

"Under the Andes"


"Desiree!" I panted.
Her body covered the only part of the thing that presented a fair
mark. Harry swore, but his arm fell.
"To the side!" he gasped. "We can't get at it here!"
I saw his meaning and followed at his heels as he swerved
suddenly to the right and sprang forward in an attempt to get
past the reptile's head.
But in our eagerness we forgot caution and went too close. I
felt one of the snaky tentacles wrap itself round my legs and
body, and raised my voice in a warning to Harry, but too late.
He, too, was ensnared, and a moment later we had both been lifted
bodily from the ground and swung through the air to the side of
Desiree. She was still unconscious.
I writhed and twisted desperately, but that muscular coil held me
firmly as a band of steel, tight against the huge and hideous
head.
Harry was on the other side of Desiree, not three feet from me.
I could see his muscles strain and pull in his violent efforts to
tear himself free. I had given it up.
But suddenly, quite near my shoulder, I saw the lid suddenly
begin to raise itself from one of the terrible eyes. I was almost
on top of the thing and a little above it.


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