"034 (B014) - The Fantastic Island (1935-12) - Ryerson Johnson" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Ham said soberly, "Some one drew us a hundred miles off our course and wrecked us. We're up against something really sinister."



"Kinda wish Doc was here," Monk announced. The next moment he was wishing it even more violently.



Attracted perhaps by the blue-white searchlight beam which had lanced out from the Seven Seas a moment after she had gone on the rocks, shadowy man-figures loosened from the darkly entwined mangrove thicket and bore down upon the castaways, brandishing short clubs and shrieking a harsh un intelligible gibberish.







Chapter II



ISLAND OF HORROR





THE dimly seen attackers, twenty or more, rushed out of the mangroves in a solid wave. Ham and Monk thrust Pat behind, then met the attack -- Ham with his sword cane, Monk with his granite-knuckled fists.



Ham dropped two of the assailants with deft thrusts of the sword cane. He was careful not to allow the valuable cane, tipped with the unconsciousness-producing chemical, to be struck; in fact, Ham was more regardful of the cane than of himself.



Unexpectedly, there was an ugly-sounding whack, and Ham staggered back groggily from a club which had bludgeoned past his guard. Dazedly, he saw the club lift again. But it did not descend. Not with any weight behind it. There was a rap of knuckles against a jaw as Monk's long arm jabbed out and knocked the club-swinger off his feet.



Ham recovered his balance and got his deadly sword cane into use again.



"Let's charge 'em," Monk squawled.



"Righto," Ham agreed. "We'll try to break through into the mangroves!"