Doc Traverse Jungle

But Doc only made a thin bronze smile. A swift motion--and he was gone! The earth might have swallowed him.

Doc's friends would have been awe-stricken had they seen the pace with which he traveled now. His going was like the wind. For there was no need to accommodate his steps to the limited speed of his less acrobatic companions. He seemed but to touch the rankest wall of jungle--and he was through. Often he took to the top of the growth, leaping from bush to creeper to bush, maintaining balance like an expert tightrope walker.

Near the slain prehistoric beaver which had been dragged to their nocturnal refuge by Kar's men, Doc picked up a trail. Kar's men had numbered two!

Doc's speed increased. He swept along the trail like a bronze cloud pushed by a swift, if a bit sporadic, breeze. A mile dropped behind him, then another.

His golden eyes missed little of the amazing prehistoric life about him.

- The Land of Terror (1933) Chapter 20