Out of Time’s Abyss, by Edgar Rice Burroughs
About them upon the ground, among the trees and in the air over
them moved and swung and soared the countless forms of Caspak’s
teeming life. Always were they menaced by some frightful thing
and seldom were their rifles cool, yet even in the brief time
they had dwelt upon Caprona they had become callous to danger,
so that they swung along laughing and chatting like soldiers on
a summer hike.
“This reminds me of South Clark Street,” remarked Brady, who had
once served on the traffic squad in Chicago; and as no one asked
him why, he volunteered that it was “because it’s no place for
“South Clark Street and heaven have something in common, then,”
suggested Sinclair. James and Tippet laughed, and then a hideous
growl broke from a dense thicket ahead and diverted their
attention to other matters.
“One of them behemoths of ‘Oly Writ,” muttered Tippet as they came
to a halt and with guns ready awaited the almost inevitable charge.
“Hungry lot o’ beggars, these,” said Bradley; “always trying to