Ah yes, the evil mastermind, I presume.
“Only furtively”? as he forced his way through night-bound tangled vegetation?
Ever hear a bear in the brambles?
Of course, he was headed towards the Love Shack, baby, for a rendezvous with Mr. Brister, his beloved … he would endure the passing discomfort for the sweet anticipation of Brister’s presence.
Well we can be certain that Mr. Brister isn’t Sam in disguise as we left him dehydrating in the desert after the the sandstorm
This reads like the original pulp fiction stories of the 30s and 40s. I am glad to see Noir is still alive and kicking.
If the cabin’s a rockin’ don’t come a knockin’
ERB started writing Tarzan books in 1912 and was still publishing new ones when he died in 1950. so of course they sound like original pulp fiction. they are original pulp fiction!
Not only did the cabin have a lamp, but indoor plumbing, cable TV and a fully stocked refrigerator/freezer as well!
Mr. Brister could be an alias for good old Sam the evil riverboat man……….resurrected from the desert sands. In which case his aka should be “Mr. Blister”!