Astounding Stories of Super-Science January 1931. Various

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      Her father considered, before replying.

      “Naturally, I did not gather everything,” was his slow reply, “but I gathered sufficient to understand what is afoot. First, however, let me explain that the dragon you see over there represents their deity Tlaloc, god of the sea. In more happy circumstances, it would be interesting to note that the name is identified with the Mayan god of the same element.”

      He paused, as though loath to go on, then continued:

      “At any rate, the Antillians have worshipped Tlaloc principally, since their sun god failed them. They believe he dragged down their empire in his mighty coils, through anger with them, and will raise it up again if appeased. Therefore they propose today to – ”

      “Daddy!” cried Diane, shrinking back in horror, while a chill went up Larry’s spine. “You mean – mean that – ”

      “I mean, my poor child, that we are about to be sacrificed to the dragon god of the Antillians.”

      The words were no more than uttered, when with a weird chant the Cabiri closed in on their victims and led them with solemn ceremonial toward the altar.

      In vain did Professor Stevens protest. Their decision had been made and was irrevocable. Tlaloc must be appeased. Lo, even now he roared for the offering!

      They pointed to the dragon, from whose nostrils suddenly issued hissing spurts of flame.

      Larry fumed in disgust at the cheap hocus-pocus of it – but the next moment a more violent emotion swept over him as he saw Diane seized and borne swiftly to that loathsome shrine.

      But even as he lunged forward, the professor reached his daughter’s side. Throwing himself in front of her, he begged them to spare her, to sacrifice him instead.

      The answer of the priests was a blow that knocked the graybeard senseless, and lifting Diane up, half-swooning, they flung her upon the altar.

      “Mr. Hunter! Larry!” came her despairing cry.

      She struggled up and for a moment her blue eyes opened, met his beseechingly.

      That was enough – that and that despairing cry, “Larry!”

      With the strength of frenzy, he flung off his captors, rushed to her aid, his hard fists flailing.

      The pigmies went down in his path like grain before the scythe. Reaching the altar, he seized the priest whose knife was already upraised, and, lifting him bodily, flung him full into the ugly snout of that snorting dragon.

      Then, as a wail of dismay rose from the Cabiri, at this supreme sacrilege, he seized the now unconscious Diane and retreated with her toward the door.

      But there spears barred his escape; and now, recovered from the first shock of this fearful affront to their god, the priests started toward him.

      Standing at bay, with that limp, tender burden in his arms, Larry awaited the end.

      As the maddened horde drew near, she stirred, lifted her pale face and smiled, her eyes still shut.

      “Oh, Larry!”

      “Diane!”

      “You saved me. I won’t forget.”

      Then, the smile still lingering, she slipped once more into merciful oblivion, and as Larry held her close to his heart, a new warmth kindled there.

      But bitterness burned in his heart, too. He had saved her – won her love, perhaps – only to lose her. It wasn’t fair! Was there no way out?

      The priests were close now, their pasty faces leering with fierce anticipation of their revenge, when suddenly, from down the gallery outside that guarded door, came the sharp crash of an explosion, followed by shouts and the rush of feet.

      At the sound, the priests trembled, fled backward into the room and fell moaning before their idols, while the quaking guards strove frantically to close the door.

      But before they could do so, in burst a half dozen brawny sailors in foreign uniform, bearing in their hands little black bulbs that looked suspiciously like grenades. Shouting in a tongue Larry could not distinguish above the uproar, they advanced upon the retreating guards and priests.

      Then, when all were herded in the far corner of the room, the sailors backed toward the door. Motioning for Larry and Diane to clear out, they raised those sinister little missiles, prepared to fling them.

      “Wait!” cried Larry, thinking of Professor Stevens.

      And releasing Diane, who had revived, he rushed forward, seized the prostrate savant from amid the unresisting Cabiri, and bore him to safety.

      “Daddy!” sobbed Diane, swaying to meet them.

      “Back!” shouted one of the sailors, shoving them through the door.

      The last glimpse Larry had of that fateful room was the horde of priests and guards huddled before their altar, voices lifted in supplication to that hideous dragon god.

      Then issued a series of blinding flashes followed by deafening explosions, mingled with shrieks of anguish.

      Sickened, he stood there, as the reverberations died away.

      Presently, when it was plain no further menace would come from that blasted temple, their rescuers led the trio back down those winding galleries, and through that long, straight tunnel to the smaller pyramid.

      Professor Stevens had recovered consciousness by now and was able to walk, with Larry’s aid, though a matted clot of blood above his left ear showed the force of the blow he had received.

      The way, after reaching the smaller pyramid, led up those other galleries they had mounted the night before.

      This time, undoubtedly, they were to be taken before that mysterious usurping emperor. And what would be the result of that audience? Would it but plunge them from the frying pan into the fire, wondered Larry, or would it mean their salvation?

      Anyway, he concluded, no fate could be worse than the hideous one they had just escaped. But if only Diane could be spared further anguish!

      He glanced at her fondly, as they walked along, and she returned him a warm smile.

      Now the way led into a short, level passage ending in a door guarded by two sailors with rifles. They presented arms, as their comrades came up, and flung open the door.

      As he stepped inside, Larry blinked in amazement, for he was greeted by electric lights in ornate clusters, richly carpeted floors, walls hung with modern paintings – and there at the far end, beside a massive desk, stood an imposing personage in foreign naval uniform of high rank, strangely familiar, strangely reminiscent of war days.

      Even before the man spoke, in his guttural English, the suspicion those sailors had aroused crystallized itself.

      A German! A U-boat commander!

      “Greetings, gentlemen – and the little lady,” boomed their host, with heavy affability. “I see that my men were in time. These swine of Antillians are a tricky lot. I must apologize СКАЧАТЬ