The corridor was both wide and lofty, which indeed it must
be to accommodate the colossal proportions of the creature whose
habitat it was, and so Tarzan encountered no difficulty in moving
with reasonable speed along its winding trail. He was aware as he
proceeded that the trend of the passage was downward, though not
steeply, but it seemed interminable and he wondered to what distant
subterranean lair it might lead. There was a feeling that perhaps
after all he might better have remained in the larger chamber
and risked all on the chance of subduing the gryf where there was
at least sufficient room and light to lend to the experiment some
slight chance of success. To be overtaken here in the narrow confines
of the black corridor where he was assured the gryf could not see
him at all would spell almost certain death and now he heard the
thing approaching from behind. Its thunderous bellows fairly shook
the cliff from which the cavernous chambers were excavated. To halt
and meet this monstrous incarnation of fury with a futile whee-oo!
seemed to Tarzan the height of insanity and so he continued along
the corridor, increasing his pace as he realized that the gryf was
overhauling him.
Presently the darkness lessened and at the final turning of the
passage he saw before him an area of moonlight.
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