The cavern seemed a large one, for at no time after entering it could he touch the roof, nor could he, with a hand on one wall, reach the other.
At last the floor became level and Kane sensed that the cave was much larger there. The air seemed better, though the darkness was just as impenetrable. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. From somewhere in front of him there came a strange indescribable rustling. Without warning something smote him in the face and slashed wildly. All about him sounded the eerie murmurings of many small wings and suddenly Kane smiled crookedly, amused, relieved and chagrined. Bats, of course. The cave was swarming with them. Still, it was a shaky experience, and as he went on and the wings whispered through the vast emptiness of the great cavern, Kane's mind found space to dally with a bizarre thoughtâ€” had he wandered into Hell by some strange means, and were these in truth bats, or were they lost souls winging through everlasting night? Then, thought S
A pretty good Solomon Kane adventure. Kane is a Puritan hero roaming Africa with his flintlock and rapier. He tracks a kidnapped Englishwoman to an ancient Atlantean outpost in the African jungle, now overrun and ruled by blood-maddened natives.
Good description and plotting, without any convenient coincidences until the end, after the plot was resolved.