Then as I turned I heard a scream of terror and perceived that it had gripped the poor Mazitu, Jerry, who walked last but one of our line which was ended by Mavovo.

Yes, it had gripped him and was carrying him off, clasped to its breast with its sound arm.
When I say that Jerry, although a full-grown man and rather inclined to stoutness, looked like a child in that fell embrace, it will give some idea of the creature's size.
Mavovo, who had the courage of a buffalo, charged at it and drove the copper spear he carried into its side.

They all charged like berserkers, except myself, for even then, thank Heaven! I knew a trick worth two of that.

In three seconds there was a struggling mass in the centre of the clearing.

Brother John, Stephen, Mavovo and Hans were all stabbing at the enormous gorilla, for it was a gorilla, although their blows seemed to do it no more harm than pinpricks.