you are mine," and I seized her hand, nor did I lift it
above her head and let it fall in token of release.
She had risen to her feet, and was looking straight into my eyes with
"I do not believe you," she said, "for if you meant it you would have
done this when the others were present to witness it--then I should
truly have been your mate; now there is no one to see you do it, for
you know that without witnesses your act does not bind you to me," and
she withdrew her hand from mine and turned away.
I tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't
forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion.
"If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it,"
she said, "if Jubal does not catch and kill you. I am in your power,
and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your
intentions toward me. I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I
hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again."
Dian certainly was candid. There was no gainsaying that. In fact I
found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the
cave men of Pellucidar. Finally I suggested that we make some attempt
to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am
free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable
and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I
first met her. He it was who, armed with a puny knife, had met and
killed a cave bear in a hand-to-hand struggle. It was Jubal who could
cast his spear entirely through the armored carcass of the sadok at
fifty paces. It was he who had crushed the skull of a charging dyryth
with a single blow of his war club. No, I was not pining to meet the
Ugly One-and it was quite certain that I should not go out and hunt for
him; but the matter was taken out of my hands very quickly, as is often
the way, and I did meet Jubal the Ugly One face to face.
This is how it happened. I had led Dian back along the ledge the way
she had come, searching for a path that would lead us to the
Still that might be but the effects of the liquor.Page 18
Let him make any funny crack at me an' I'll cave in a handful of slats for him--the piker.Page 19
" "I'm next," said Billy Byrne.Page 52
" And indeed as the Halfmoon neared the towering cliffs it seemed utterly hopeless that aught else than a fly could find a foothold upon that sheer and rocky face that rose abruptly from the ocean's surface.Page 65
The men had deposited their burdens, and still Theriere stood waiting for the balance of his party--Miller and Swenson with Barbara Harding.Page 75
"Den yo come along too as a prisoner, white man," and the burly black grasped Divine by the scruff of the neck and forced him before him down the steep trail toward the cove, and so the mutineers returned to the command of Skipper Simms, and L.Page 96
The man still lay with his head buried in his arm, but whether he were wrapped in thought, in slumber, or in death the girl could not tell.Page 106
Instead she looked troubled.Page 125
Shortly after noon he scaled a high promontory which jutted out into the sea.Page 131
With left and right hooks Billy rocked the "coming champion's" head from side to side.Page 143
was better to lose any other possession rather than lose honor.Page 161
Billy wondered; but asked no questions.Page 168
"Youse've got more coin dan dis," growled one of the men, "an' youse had better pass it over, or we'll find a way to make youse.Page 175
You'd be a boob to cross if you don't have to, fer if Villa don't get you the Carranzistas will, unless the Zapatistas nab you first.Page 181
Close behind the hut four of them dismounted while the fifth, remaining in his saddle, held the bridle reins of the horses of his companions.Page 185
" "Nix on the captain stuff fer me, then," said Billy, firmly.Page 211
By the time they had returned to the street all the male population of Cuivaca was there and most of the female.Page 223
"I have talked it over with Grayson and he assures me that an attempt at intervention upon our part might tend to antagonize Villa, in which case we are all as good as lost.Page 242
They stood huddled in a black mass close to the barbed-wire fence at the extremity of the pasture.