There will be an explosion in the center of the arena.

There was to be another under our friend Umballa, but the battery was old.

Press over toward that door.

I have the key." "Ah, Mr.Bruce!" "Kathlyn, my name is John." "The lions, the lions!" howled the populace.
It seemed to Bruce that he had been suddenly flung back into antiquity and that Nero sat yonder, squinting through his polished emerald.

The great, tawny African brutes blinked and turned their shaggy heads this way and that, uneasily.