May 6
... and then her words were drowned by the most blood-curdling scream I have ever heard. It came from the savage throat of the tharban at the instant it sprang toward the basto. The latter beast, lumbering to its feet, was caught at a disadvantage. The tharban leaped full upon its back, sinking talons and fangs deep into the tough flesh. The bellowing of the basto mingled with the roars and growls of the tharban in a hideous diapason of bestial rage that seemed to rock the forest.
Edgar Rice Burroughs, Lost on Venus (1935). Art by J. Allen St. John.
