figure of a hostile
warrior. Little Tibo had raised his tiny spear, his heart filled with
the savage blood lust of his race, as he pictured the night's orgy when
he should dance about the corpse of his human kill as the women of his
tribe prepared the meat for the feast to follow.
But when he cast the spear, he missed both squirrel and tree, losing
his missile far among the tangled undergrowth of the jungle. However,
it could be but a few steps within the forbidden labyrinth. The women
were all about in the field. There were warriors on guard within easy
hail, and so little Tibo boldly ventured into the dark place.
Just behind the screen of creepers and matted foliage lurked three
horrid figures--an old, old man, black as the pit, with a face half
eaten away by leprosy, his sharp-filed teeth, the teeth of a cannibal,
showing yellow and repulsive through the great gaping hole where his
mouth and nose had been. And beside him, equally hideous, stood two
powerful hyenas--carrion-eaters consorting with carrion.
Tibo did not see them until, head down, he had forced his way through
the thickly growing vines in search of his little spear, and then it
was too late. As he looked up into the face of Bukawai, the old
witch-doctor seized him, muffling his screams with a palm across his
mouth. Tibo struggled futilely.
A moment later he was being hustled away through the dark and terrible
jungle, the frightful old man still muffling his screams, and the two
hideous hyenas pacing now on either side, now before, now behind,
always prowling, always growling, snapping, snarling, or, worst of all,
To little Tibo, who within his brief existence had passed through such
experiences as are given to few to pass through in a lifetime, the
northward journey was a nightmare of terror. He thought now of the
time that he had been with the great, white jungle god, and he prayed
with all his little soul that he might be back again with the
white-skinned giant who consorted with the hairy tree men.
Terror-stricken he had been then, but his surroundings had been nothing
by comparison with those which he now endured.
The old man seldom addressed Tibo, though he kept up an almost
continuous mumbling throughout the long day. Tibo caught repeated
references to fat goats, sleeping mats, and pieces of copper wire.
"Ten fat goats, ten fat goats," the old Negro would croon over and over
again. By this little Tibo guessed that
have suffered.Page 23
"I am sorry, your majesty," said Butzow in a low voice, "but you must accompany us.Page 27
It was the old king's wish that you wed the daughter of his best friend and most loyal subject.Page 31
But presently she became unaccountably nervous.Page 32
" He crossed over toward her and would have laid a rough hand upon her arm.Page 60
" For some time Barney rode in silence.Page 73
Neither of those who fought in the service of the king saw the trembling, weak-kneed figure, which had stood behind them, turn and scurry through the gateway, leaving the men who battled for him to their fate.Page 86
They rode in silence until they came to an old stone building, whose boarded windows and general appearance of dilapidation proclaimed its long tenantless condition.Page 95
"I have fought shoulder to shoulder with you, my friend," he said.Page 100
It was a man! Directly before the door where Barney stood was a pergola, ivy-covered.Page 109
"Do not make an outcry," he whispered in very poor Serbian.Page 112
On he went, now leaping narrow courts, now dropping to low sheds and again clambering to the heights of the higher buildings, until he had come almost to the end of the row.Page 115
At last, after what seemed a long time, his guard turned in at a large gateway in a brick wall surrounding a factory.Page 127
I am.Page 129
"Bear with me then, should what I have to say wound you.Page 148
He called to them in a loud and threatening tone.Page 161
Very gently, he unlatched it and pushed outward upon the panel.Page 170
Some there were who still remembered the gallant actions of their ruler on the field of battle when his forces had defeated those of the regent, upon that other occasion when this same American had sat upon the throne of Lutha for two days and had led the little army to victory; but since then the true king had been with them daily in his true colors.Page 175
Think--" "We have thought of everything," interrupted Barney.Page 200
She glowed with pride at the narration of his heroism, though she suffered with him because of his wound.