VAL KENTON SCREAMED then, his cry reverberating into his ears as the monster, carnivorous flower tightened its grasp. He smelled the sickly sweet odor of the blossom, and giddiness tugged at his senses. His body surged again and again in a futile attempt to break the rubbery-like tension of the plant, fought agoniziedly when he felt the first exquisite agony of the digestive juice biting into his shoulder.
Then he was free, retching in the clean air, his body being helped erect by Tony Andrews’ firm hands.
“Whew!” Tony Andrews breathed raggedly, “I thought you were a goner for a moment!”
Val Kenton straightened then, reading something in the clear eyes of his former friend that he had thought he would never see again in the eyes of any man. He fought the lump in his throat for seconds,
