The four men were powerless to assist the unfortunate peons, who were trapped in their barracks. The charged wires stopped many of the big beasts, but soon the electric light was short-circuited, and the valley, in the moonlight, was a seething mass of fighting, dying, feasting monsters.
ther sounds, besides those made by the big creatures, came to the ears of the stricken men on the hillside. The breaking of glass, the cries of the jungle animals trapped in their cages, the shrieks of dying peons who were eaten at a gulp by the big frogs or stung to death, impaled on the mandibles of some great stinging centipede.
In the spot where the radium death shack had been, was a pulpy mass of livid, smoky light.
Now the bowl of the valley was filled as by some vast jelly. The creatures were slopping over the walls, and battling together.
The shambles was not yet over, but the four could remain no longer. They made their way down the hillside and struck out across the arid lands.
Maget, the tramp, became the leader. He was a trained jungle man, and it was he who finally brought them safely to the Madeira.
He was their strong man, the one who found the trail and located roots and fruit for the party to subsist on. They nearly perished in the trip for lack of water, but again, Maget was able to supply them with roots which kept them from dying in agony.