第 7 节
作者:击水三千      更新:2021-02-18 22:45      字数:9319
  gazing at the long tiers of dull…yellow metal。 He wondered if La still ruled
  the temples of the ruined city whose crumbling walls rose upon the very
  foundations   about   him。       Had   she   finally   been   forced   into   a   union   with
  one of her grotesque priests? It seemed a hideous fate; indeed; for one so
  beautiful。 With a shake of his head; Tarzan stepped to the flickering candle;
  extinguished its feeble rays and turned toward the exit。
  Behind him the spy waited for him to be gone。                   He had learned the
  secret for which he had come; and now he could return at his leisure to his
  waiting followers; bring them to the treasure vault and carry away all the
  gold that they could stagger under。
  The Waziri had reached the outer end of the tunnel; and were winding
  upward   toward   the   fresh      air   and   the   welcome     starlight   of   the  kopje's
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  summit; before Tarzan shook off the detaining hand of reverie and started
  slowly after them。
  Once again; and; he thought; for the last time; he closed the massive
  door of the treasure room。          In the darkness behind him Werper rose and
  stretched   his   cramped   muscles。       He  stretched   forth   a  hand   and   lovingly
  caressed      a  golden    ingot    on   the   nearest    tier。  He   raised   it  from    its
  immemorial resting place and weighed it in his hands。                   He clutched it to
  his bosom in an ecstasy of avarice。
  Tarzan dreamed   of the happy  homecoming   which lay  before   him;  of
  dear arms about his neck; and a soft cheek pressed to his; but there rose to
  dispel that dream the memory of the old witch…doctor and his warning。
  And then; in the span of a few brief seconds; the hopes of both these
  men were shattered。         The one forgot even his greed in the panic of terror…
  …the   other   was   plunged   into   total   forgetfulness   of   the   past   by   a   jagged
  fragment of rock which gashed a deep cut upon his head。
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  The Altar of the Flaming God
  It   was   at   the   moment   that   Tarzan   turned   from   the   closed   door   to
  pursue   his   way   to   the   outer   world。   The   thing   came   without   warning。
  One instant all was quiet and stabilitythe next; and the world rocked; the
  tortured sides of the narrow passageway split and crumbled; great blocks
  of   granite;   dislodged     from    the  ceiling;   tumbled     into  the   narrow    way;
  choking   it;   and   the   walls   bent   inward   upon   the   wreckage。    Beneath   the
  blow of a fragment of the roof; Tarzan staggered back against the door to
  the treasure room; his weight pushed it open and his body rolled inward
  upon the floor。
  In the great apartment where the treasure lay less damage was wrought
  by the earthquake。         A few ingots toppled from the higher tiers; a single
  piece of the rocky ceiling splintered off and crashed downward to the floor;
  and the walls cracked; though they did not collapse。
  There   was   but   the   single   shock;   no   other   followed   to   complete   the
  damage   undertaken   by   the   first。      Werper;   thrown   to   his   length   by   the
  suddenness and violence of the disturbance; staggered to his feet when he
  found     himself    unhurt。     Groping      his  way    toward    the   far  end    of  the
  chamber; he sought the candle which Tarzan had left stuck in its own wax
  upon the protruding end of an ingot。
  By    striking   numerous      matches     the  Belgian    at  last  found    what    he
  sought;   and   when;   a   moment   later;   the   sickly   rays   relieved   the   Stygian
  darkness      about    him;   he   breathed     a  nervous     sigh   of   relief;  for   the
  impenetrable gloom had accentuated the terrors of his situation。
  As   they   became      accustomed      to  the  light  the   man   turned    his  eyes
  toward   the   doorhis   one   thought   now   was   of   escape   from   this   frightful
  tomband as he did so he saw the body of the naked giant lying stretched
  upon the floor just within the doorway。            Werper drew back in sudden fear
  of detection; but a second glance convinced him that the Englishman was
  dead。     From a great gash in the man's head a pool of blood had collected
  upon the concrete floor。
  Quickly;   the   Belgian   leaped   over   the   prostrate   form   of   his   erstwhile
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  host; and without a thought of succor for the man in whom; for aught he
  knew; life still remained; he bolted for the passageway and safety。
  But his renewed hopes were soon dashed。                 Just beyond the doorway
  he   found   the   passage   completely   clogged   and   choked   by   impenetrable
  masses of shattered rock。 Once more he turned and re…entered the treasure
  vault。 Taking the candle from its place he commenced a systematic search
  of the apartment; nor had he gone far before he discovered another door in
  the opposite end of the room; a door which gave upon creaking hinges to
  the weight of his body。         Beyond the door lay another narrow passageway。
  Along   this   Werper   made   his   way;   ascending   a   flight   of   stone   steps   to
  another corridor twenty feet above the level of the first。                 The flickering
  candle lighted the way before him; and a moment later he was thankful for
  the possession of this crude and antiquated luminant; which; a few hours
  before he might have looked upon with contempt; for it showed him; just
  in    time;   a   yawning     pit;   apparently     terminating     the   tunnel    he   was
  traversing。
  Before   him   was   a   circular   shaft。   He   held   the   candle   above   it   and
  peered     downward。       Below     him;    at  a  great  distance;    he  saw    the  light
  reflected back from the surface of a pool of water。                He had come upon a
  well。 He raised the candle above his head and peered across the black void;
  and there upon the opposite side he saw the continuation of the tunnel; but
  how was he to span the gulf?
  As   he   stood   there   measuring   the   distance   to   the   opposite   side   and
  wondering if he dared venture so great a leap; there broke suddenly upon
  his   startled   ears   a   piercing   scream   which   diminished   gradually   until   it
  ended in a series of dismal moans。             The voice seemed partly human; yet
  so hideous that it might well have emanated from the tortured throat of a
  lost soul; writhing in the fires of hell。
  The   Belgian   shuddered   and   looked   fearfully   upward;   for   the   scream
  had seemed to come from above him。 As he looked he saw an opening far
  overhead; and a patch of sky pinked with brilliant stars。
  His    half…formed     intention    to   call  for  help    was   expunged      by   the
  terrifying crywhere such a voice lived; no human creatures could dwell。
  He   dared   not   reveal   himself   to   whatever   inhabitants   dwelt   in   the   place
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  above him。       He cursed himself for a fool that he had ever embarked upon
  such a mission。        He wished himself safely back in the camp of Achmet
  Zek; and would almost have embraced an opportunity to give himself up
  to the military authorities of the Congo if by so doing he might be rescued
  from the frightful predicament in which he now was。
  He listened fearfully; but the cry was not repeated; and at last spurred
  to   desperate   means;   he   gathered   himself   for   the   leap   across   the   chasm。
  Going back twenty paces; he took a running start; and at the edge of the
  well; leaped upward and outward in an attempt to gain the opposite side。
  In his hand he clutched the sputtering candle; and as he took the leap
  the   rush   of   air   extinguished   it。   In   utter   darkness   he   flew   through   space;
  clutching outward for a hold should his feet miss the invisible ledge。
  He struck the edge of the door of the opposite terminus of the rocky
  tunnel     with   his   knees;    slipped   backward;      clutched     desperately     for  a
  moment; and at last hung half within and half without the opening; but he
  was   safe。   For   several   minutes   he   dared   not   move;   but   clung;