Down went Alan, down and down!
CHAPTER XVII
THE END OF THE MUNGANA
The moonlight above vanished. Alan was alone in the depths with this
devil, or whatever it might be. He could feel hands and feet gripping
and treading on him, but they did not seem to be human, for there were
too many of them. Also they were very cold. He gave himself up for dead
and thought of Barbara.
Then something flashed into his mind. In his hand he still held the
revolver. He pressed it upwards against the thing that was smothering
him, and pulled the trigger. Again he pulled it, and again, for it was a
self-cocking weapon, and even there deep down in the water he heard the
thud of the explosion of the damp-proof copper cartridges. His lungs
were bursting, his senses reeled, only enough of them remained to tell
him that he was free of that strangling grip and floating upwards. His
head rose above the surface, and through the mouth of his mask he drew
in the sweet air with quick gasps. Down below him in the clear water
he saw the yellow head of Big Bonsa rocking and quivering like a great
reflected mon, saw too that it was beginning to rise. Yet he could not
swim away from it, the fetish seemed to have hypnotized him.
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