Doc Savage - 065 - The Green Death by Kenneth Robeson

Author:Kenneth Robeson [Robeson, Kenneth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Action, text
Published: 2010-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

THE jungle had completely swallowed Doc Savage. Had it been daylight, little illumination would have reached him, for the towering trees of the old bush of the South American jungle met overhead. Then there was the middle bush and the new bush. It was all but impassable.

On the ground, it would have been necessary to cut a path in many places. Doc went through the leafy branches sixty or seventy feet in the air. He was following the faint scent of smoke. Where there was smoke, there should be human beings.

The jungle was plentifully inhabited. Monkeys chattered high above the bronze man. There were more deadly beasts, also. Gleaming yellow eyes followed the course of the bronze man. The monkeys stopped their chattering suddenly. In the same instant a long shape streaked through the air.

Doc moved as the monkeys quieted. He released his hold, dropped in midair. The plunging shape almost struck him, doubling in the center of its leap to lash out with giant claws. It was one of the feared jungle cats of the South American bush.

Huge as a tiger, it was even more ferocious. It had the agility of a leopard and could tear a man to thin strips. Had its claws caught, Doc would have been mutilated, possibly killed.

The claws did not. Fast as the cat was, Doc was even faster. His two hands shot out, caught the rear legs of the giant cat, and twisted. An almost human shriek came from the cat. Without leverage, it was unable to free itself. With Doc holding on tightly, the two plunged toward the ground.

Branches broke their fall. And when they landed, the jungle cat was on the bottom. All Doc's weight caught the animal in the belly, momentarily stunning it. The bronze man did not pause; he was on his feet instantly, had leaped again for a tree. In a moment he was gone.

The great cat growled throatily, went on in search of easier prey.

For many minutes Doc continued on his way. The smell of smoke grew stronger. Then, abruptly, the trees ended. Cautiously, the bronze man descended to the ground and advanced. It was as if he were entering a vale of silence.

Jungle noises ceased; not a blade of grass rustled, not a thing moved to show anything living was near. There was a queer tension in the air, an atmosphere of gloom.

Strange, saw-toothed blades of grass reached up hungrily. A sweetish odor, as of flowers, filled the nostrils. But there were no flowers.

Doc paused, his keen nose twitching. Then he donned his goggles and flicked on his flashlight. A low, trilling sound filled the air. Doc Savage had learned something about the Green Hell district. It was a detail that apparently had puzzled him. For long moments he was very busy. Then he went on.

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