It had big round eyes that looked all cold and
dead, and its cheeks were sunken in deep, and I could see its yellow
teeth behind thin, tight-drawn lips--like a man who had been dead a
long while, sir," he added, turning toward Bradley.
"Yes!" James had not spoken since the apparition had passed over them,
and now it was scarce speech which he uttered--rather a series of
articulate gasps. "Yes--dead--a--long--while. It--means something.
It--come--for some--one. For one--of us. One--of us is goin'--to die.
I'm goin' to die!" he ended in a wail.
"Come! Come!" snapped Bradley. "Won't do. Won't do at all. Get to
work, all of you. Waste of time. Can't waste time."
His authoritative tones brought them all up standing, and presently
each was occupied with his own duties; but each worked in silence and
there was no singing and no bantering such as had marked the making of
previous camps. Not until they had eaten and to each had been issued
the little ration of smoking tobacco allowed after each evening meal
did any sign of a relaxation of taut nerves appear. It was Brady who
showed the first signs of returning good spirits. He commenced humming
"It's a Long Way to Tipperary" and presently to voice the words, but he
was well into his third song before anyone joined him, and even then
there seemed a dismal note in even the gayest of tunes.
A huge fire blazed in the opening of their rocky shelter that the
prowling carnivora might be kept at bay; and always one man stood on
guard, watchfully alert against a sudden rush by some maddened beast of
the jungle. Beyond the fire, yellow-green spots of flame appeared,
moved restlessly about, disappeared and reappeared, accompanied by a
hideous chorus of screams and growls and roars as the hungry
meat-eaters hunting through the night were attracted by the light or
the scent of possible prey.
But to such sights and sounds as these the five men had become callous.
They sang or talked as unconcernedly as they might have done in the
bar-room of some publichouse at home.
Sinclair was standing guard. The others were listening to Brady's
description of traffic congestion at the Rush Street bridge during the
rush hour at night. The fire crackled cheerily. The owners of the
yellow-green eyes raised their frightful chorus to the heavens.
Conditions seemed again to have returned to normal. And then, as
though the hand of Death had reached out and touched
The old scalawag just closed his eyes and put on one of the softest "sugar-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth" expressions you ever saw and stood there taking it and asking for more.Page 8
"You have been very good to me.Page 11
I sprang from the pilot-house and followed, not to be left out in the cold when it came to strafing the boches.Page 12
Instantly he went backward to the deck, and as he did so he threw his arms outwards to save himself, freeing me.Page 22
" "There is nothing to do," he replied, "other than to alter our course once more toward the west; we must raise land soon or we shall all be lost.Page 32
Could I have heard aright? Was it really a sob that came floating back to me through the narrow aisle of the U-33? Benson died that night.Page 33
The land before us might have been a continent, so mighty appeared the shoreline; yet we knew that we must be thousands of miles from the nearest western land-mass--New Zealand or Australia.Page 45
The girl ate with us that night at the little officers' mess just back of the torpedo compartment.Page 46
As a matter of fact, we didn't see one of them all the time we were getting under way, though I had the cannon raised to the deck and manned against an assault.Page 49
My men were all armed now with both rifles and pistols, each having plenty of ammunition.Page 52
Our shots rang out together.Page 65
It was Whitely who discovered the first clue--a huge human-like footprint in the soft earth beside the spring, and indications of a struggle in the mud.Page 71
You cannot harm me as you harmed Tsa.Page 73
After breakfast the men set out to hunt, while the women went to a large pool of warm water covered with a green scum.Page 76
It was the fact that this silent grave gave evidence that Bradley had come this far upon his expedition and that he too probably was lost, for it was not our intention that he should be long gone.Page 77
"There are no Galus there," he said.Page 78
I was loath to lose so much time; but the fellow was obdurate, and so I accompanied them.Page 79
"So-ta soon to be Kro-lu," she confided in a low whisper.Page 83
If fate is kind and this does happen, then, for God's sake, come and get me! It was a week ago that I wrote.Page 86
She told me of Kho's desire for her, since all his females had been stolen and of how her life had been a constant nightmare of terror as she sought by night and by day to elude the great brute.