back in revulsion, then she flew at him,
tooth and nail; but Bukawai threatening her with a spear held her at a
"Where is my baby?" she cried. "Where is my little Tibo?"
Bukawai opened his eyes in well-simulated amazement. "Your baby!" he
exclaimed. "What should I know of him, other than that I rescued him
from the white god of the jungle and have not yet received my pay. I
come for the goats and the sleeping mat and the piece of copper wire
the length of a tall man's arm from the shoulder to the tips of his
fingers." "Offal of a hyena!" shrieked Momaya. "My child has been
stolen, and you, rotting fragment of a man, have taken him. Return him
to me or I shall tear your eyes from your head and feed your heart to
the wild hogs."
Bukawai shrugged his shoulders. "What do I know about your child?" he
asked. "I have not taken him. If he is stolen again, what should
Bukawai know of the matter? Did Bukawai steal him before? No, the white
jungle god stole him, and if he stole him once he would steal him
again. It is nothing to me. I returned him to you before and I have
come for my pay. If he is gone and you would have him returned,
Bukawai will return him--for ten fat goats, a new sleeping mat and two
pieces of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from the shoulder
to the tips of his fingers, and Bukawai will say nothing more about the
goats and the sleeping mat and the copper wire which you were to pay
for the first medicine."
"Ten fat goats!" screamed Momaya. "I could not pay you ten fat goats
in as many years. Ten fat goats, indeed!"
"Ten fat goats," repeated Bukawai. "Ten fat goats, the new sleeping
mat and two pieces of copper wire the length of--"
Momaya stopped him with an impatient gesture. "Wait!" she cried. "I
have no goats. You waste your breath. Stay here while I go to my man.
He has but three goats, yet something may be done. Wait!"
Bukawai sat down beneath a tree. He felt quite content, for he knew
that he should have either payment or revenge. He did not fear harm at
the hands of these people of another tribe, although he well knew that
they must fear and hate him. His
" I glanced at the thermometer.Page 8
"Good-bye, Perry, and good luck to you," I answered, smiling back at him.Page 11
"Let us wait and see, David," he replied, "and in the meantime suppose we do a bit of exploring up and down the coast--we may find a native who can enlighten us.Page 14
Slowly, but surely, the stem began to bend toward him.Page 26
She talked with me, and with Perry, and with the taciturn Ghak because we were respectful; but she couldn't even see Hooja the Sly One, much less hear him, and that made him furious.Page 32
It worked splendidly.Page 47
The view was charming in the extreme, and as no man or beast was to be seen that might threaten my new-found liberty, I slid over the edge of the bluff, and half sliding, half falling, dropped into the delightful valley, the very aspect of which seemed to offer a haven of peace and security.Page 52
All lay quiet for several minutes after settling to their places.Page 61
My experience with Ja had taught me that if I were to steal another canoe I must be quick about it and get far beyond the owner's reach as soon as possible.Page 73
"No one knows except the Mahars and those who go to the pits with them, but as the latter never return, their knowledge does them but little good.Page 78
Could I but reach that little bit of polished steel I might yet effect at least a temporary escape.Page 80
As many slaves bore skin-wrapped burdens to and fro my load attracted no comment.Page 83
Now it was my turn, and then in a sudden fit of freezing terror I realized that the warm blood from my wounded arm was trickling down through the dead foot of the Mahar skin I wore and leaving its tell-tale mark upon the pavement, for I saw a Sagoth call a companion's attention to it.Page 84
In the thick of the crowd we passed up the steps and out onto the plain.Page 87
The Sagoths were now not over two hundred and fifty yards behind us, and I saw that it was hopeless for us to expect to escape other than by a ruse.Page 92
In size they remind one of a pure bred Hereford bull, yet they are very agile and fast.Page 102
It was just as well to know the worst at once.Page 106
Perry used to say that if a fellow was one-tenth as remarkable as his wife or mother thought him, he would have the world by the tail with a down-hill drag.Page 115
However, maybe I will be as well off, for the nearer the hour approaches, the slenderer my chances for success appear.