severed and I shall be
cast into the River of Death, for thus it happens even to the highest
who slay one of the red robe. You saw, and you must die!" he ended
with a scream as he rushed upon the girl.
Bradley waited no longer. Leaping into the room he ran for the Wieroo,
who had already seized the girl, and as he ran, he stooped and picked
up the curved blade. The creature's back was toward him as, with his
left hand, he seized it by the neck. Like a flash the great wings beat
backward as the creature turned, and Bradley was swept from his feet,
though he still retained his hold upon the blade. Instantly the Wieroo
was upon him. Bradley lay slightly raised upon his left elbow, his
right arm free, and as the thing came close, he cut at the hideous face
with all the strength that lay within him. The blade struck at the
junction of the neck and torso and with such force as to completely
decapitate the Wieroo, the hideous head dropping to the floor and the
body falling forward upon the Englishman. Pushing it from him he rose
to his feet and faced the wide-eyed girl.
"Luata!" she exclaimed. "How came you here?"
Bradley shrugged. "Here I am," he said; "but the thing now is to get
out of here--both of us."
The girl shook her head. "It cannot be," she stated sadly.
"That is what I thought when they dropped me into the Blue Place of
Seven Skulls," replied Bradley. "Can't be done. I did it.--Here!
You're mussing up the floor something awful, you." This last to the
dead Wieroo as he stooped and dragged the corpse to the central shaft,
where he raised it to the aperture and let it slip into the tube. Then
he picked up the head and tossed it after the body. "Don't be so
glum," he admonished the former as he carried it toward the well;
"But how can he smile?" questioned the girl, a half-puzzled,
half-frightened look upon her face. "He is dead."
"That's so," admitted Bradley, "and I suppose he does feel a bit cut up
The girl shook her head and edged away from the man--toward the door.
"Come!" said the Englishman. "We've got to get out of here. If you
don't know a better way than the river, it's the river then."
The girl still eyed him askance. "But how could
It was the commander of a Chinese man-of-war who received a copy of the edict of 1972 from the hand of my illustrious ancestor, Admiral Turck, on one hundred seventy-five, two hundred and six years ago, and from the yellowed pages of the admiral's diary I learned that the fate of the Philippines was even then presaged by these Chinese naval officers.Page 7
He was ten years my senior both in years and service, and I rather think he could never forget the fact that he had been an officer when I was a green apprentice.Page 17
I drew the short cutlass with which both officers and men of the navy are, as you know, armed out of courtesy to the traditions and memories of the past, and with its point dug into the loam about the roots of the vegetation growing at my feet.Page 20
But he misunderstood me, thinking that I had ordered him to fire.Page 22
"Could they have traveled here from Asia?" I shook my head.Page 38
They were hunters--the lowest plane in the evolution of the human race of which science takes cognizance.Page 39
He came upon Wettin from behind and ran his spear through him.Page 45
Was I afraid? I fear that I was almost afraid.Page 48
The temptation to enter was too great.Page 51
After a moment of rest I crossed the room to investigate.Page 53
I thank God now that I did so.Page 54
I could feel her body quiver as she lay pressed close to me, our cheeks almost touching as we both peered through the same small opening in the foliage.Page 57
We could not return, and we struck out for the opposite shore.Page 61
Thirty-six, finally assured that we did not intend slaying him, was as keen to accompany us as was Victory.Page 64
After eating, we boarded the launch and continued up the river.Page 68
Coming about, I picked up Delcarte.Page 72
About three hundred prisoners who had been housed in six prisons at the post marched out of the gates that morning, toward what fate and what future I could not guess.Page 76
Menelek was a rather gross-looking man, well past middle age, but he carried himself with an air of dignity befitting one descended in unbroken line from the Prophet--as was his claim.Page 82
We struggled about the room, striking one another, knocking over furniture, and rolling upon the floor.Page 85
So rapt was I in the exciting events transpiring in the street that I did not hear the approach of a body of men from behind.