The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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144 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
cuttle-fish, awaiting <strong>the</strong> most succulent meal it had<br />
ever known—a white man—squirted a black, inky<br />
fluid round about <strong>the</strong> pool. <strong>The</strong> discoloration<br />
spread with astonishing rapidity. It also stank, in<br />
spite <strong>of</strong> its dilution with so much water, <strong>and</strong> Bruce<br />
gave pause, gazing spellbound to ascertain <strong>the</strong> cause<br />
<strong>of</strong> it. <strong>The</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> it was hidden, eclipsed in its<br />
own fog, specially expelled to blind its victim <strong>and</strong><br />
make capture more certain.<br />
Molota, watching, saw Bruce hesitate, sensed <strong>the</strong><br />
possibilities <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> spot, saw a mighty tentacle nine<br />
feet long, sucker-covered, rear itself into <strong>the</strong> air,<br />
blindly feeling round. An awful screech rent <strong>the</strong><br />
air, <strong>and</strong> perhaps <strong>the</strong> scream saved Bruce's life. He<br />
might conceivably have dived—over <strong>the</strong> inky<br />
patch, away from it. He knew nothing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
length <strong>of</strong> tentacles possessed by <strong>the</strong>se inhabitants<br />
<strong>of</strong> Eden, where only man is vile; knew nothing <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> fact that man <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> scenery were probably<br />
<strong>the</strong> only things <strong>the</strong>re which were not vile. But<br />
Molota's scream gave him pause. He walked round<br />
<strong>the</strong> rocks instead (as <strong>the</strong> soles <strong>of</strong> his feet, though<br />
doctored by Molota, for long afterwards could<br />
testify) , <strong>and</strong> was spared <strong>the</strong> most appalling <strong>of</strong><br />
speedy deaths it is probably possible for a man to<br />
die. And many Edenites go out that way, though<br />
<strong>the</strong>y live in envied Eden. <strong>The</strong> octopii drown <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
or almost drown <strong>the</strong>m, first, but it's scarcely comfortable<br />
being held under water by vacuum saucers,<br />
drawing your skin <strong>of</strong>f you in <strong>the</strong> death hold, being<br />
pulled closer, ever closer, to that parrot beak between<br />
those frightful eyes. Eden? One wonders.<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 145<br />
Well, Eden held a serpent, too, or so <strong>the</strong> lovely<br />
fantasy has it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dire peril from which Bruce had escaped<br />
brought Molota out <strong>of</strong> her reserve. <strong>The</strong> episode<br />
had been somewhat lost upon Brian; his own affairs<br />
sufficed as a rule to keep that worthy occupied.<br />
<strong>The</strong> four made an end to <strong>the</strong>ir swim for <strong>the</strong> day,<br />
<strong>and</strong> while Bruce made ready to return to his but<br />
Pinkerton <strong>and</strong> Tamli went <strong>of</strong>f toge<strong>the</strong>r, w<strong>and</strong>ering<br />
up <strong>the</strong> nearest mountain side.<br />
Culinary preparations were totally unnecessary<br />
on <strong>the</strong> isl<strong>and</strong>, where indigenous fruits <strong>and</strong> mountain<br />
streams <strong>of</strong>fered as much as picnickers needed in<br />
that hot, sultry climate. With <strong>the</strong> evening <strong>the</strong><br />
inevitable fish meals afforded <strong>the</strong> fuller nutriment—<br />
<strong>the</strong> "piece de resistance" for <strong>the</strong> day.<br />
It appeared evident to Bruce that he would be<br />
thrown almost entirely upon his own resources<br />
during his stay upon Tuamonti, <strong>and</strong> he felt doubly<br />
glad that he had brought away text-books upon<br />
shipbuilding <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r ma<strong>the</strong>matical works bearing<br />
upon his particular line <strong>of</strong> study.<br />
He had intended walking to <strong>the</strong> extent <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
confines <strong>of</strong> Tuamonti <strong>and</strong> scaling one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> peaks,<br />
but <strong>the</strong> want <strong>of</strong> companionship, coupled with <strong>the</strong><br />
humid temperature, damped down his enthusiasm<br />
in this ambition. Accordingly, he wended his way<br />
back to <strong>the</strong> but to spend <strong>the</strong> day at study.<br />
But while Bruce proposed, Molota disposed. <strong>The</strong><br />
girl put in an appearance shortly after he had<br />
commenced study, proposing to act as escort, pilot,<br />
<strong>and</strong> guide up <strong>the</strong> mountains, round <strong>the</strong> shore, or