I turned my head aside
and called to Harry.
"The eye!" I gasped. "To your right! The spear! Are your arms
free?"
Then as I saw he understood, I turned a quarter of the way
round--as far as I could get--and raised my spear the full extent
of my arm, and brought it down with every ounce of my strength
into the very center of the glowing eye beneath me.
At the same moment I saw Harry's arm descend and the flash of his
spear. The point of my own had sunk until the copper head was
completely buried.
I grasped the shaft and pulled and twisted it about until it
finally was jerked forth. From the opening it had made there
issued a black stream.
Suddenly the body of the reptile quivered convulsively. The head
rolled from side to side. There was a quick tightening of the
tentacle round my body until my bones felt as though they were
being crushed into shapelessness; and as suddenly it loosened.
Other tentacles lashed and beat on the ground furiously. The
reptile's swift backward movement halted jerkily. I made a
desperate effort to tear myself free. The tentacle quivered and
throbbed violently, and suddenly flew apart like a released
spring, and I fell to the ground.
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