the killing of Him Who Speaks for Luata," whispered
the girl. "Soon they will spread in all directions searching for us."
"And will they find us?"
"As surely as Lua gives light by day," she replied; "and when they find
us, they will tear us to pieces, for only the Wieroos may murder--only
they may practice tas-ad."
"But they will not kill you," said Bradley. "You did not slay him."
"It will make no difference," she insisted. "If they find us together
they will slay us both."
"Then they won't find us together," announced Bradley decisively. "You
stay right here--you won't be any worse off than before I came--and
I'll get as far as I can and account for as many of the beggars as
possible before they get me. Good-bye! You're a mighty decent little
girl. I wish that I might have helped you."
"No," she cried. "Do not leave me. I would rather die. I had hoped
and hoped to find some way to return to my own country. I wanted to go
back to An-Tak, who must be very lonely without me; but I know that it
can never be. It is difficult to kill hope, though mine is nearly
dead. Do not leave me."
"An-Tak!" Bradley repeated. "You loved a man called An-Tak?"
"Yes," replied the girl. "An-Tak was away, hunting, when the Wieroo
caught me. How he must have grieved for me! He also was cos-ata-lu,
twelve moons older than I, and all our lives we have been together."
Bradley remained silent. So she loved An-Tak. He hadn't the heart to
tell her that An-Tak had died, or how.
At the door of Fosh-bal-soj's storeroom they halted to listen. No
sound came from within, and gently Bradley pushed open the door. All
was inky darkness as they entered; but presently their eyes became
accustomed to the gloom that was partially relieved by the soft
starlight without. The Englishman searched and found those things for
which he had come--two robes, two pairs of dead wings and several
lengths of fiber rope. One pair of the wings he adjusted to the girl's
shoulders by means of the rope. Then he draped the robe about her,
carrying the cowl over her head.
He heard her gasp of astonishment when she realized the ingenuity and
boldness of his plan; then he directed her to adjust the other pair of
wings and the robe upon him. Working with strong, deft fingers
When he could flee no longer the knowledge that he had reached his limit was hidden from him in the unconsciousness of utter exhaustion.Page 5
Both were tall and bearded, and the exposure to sun and wind had given an almost Arab hue to the European's complexion.Page 6
"I always feared for the stability of the company," she was saying; "but it seems incredible that they should have failed for so enormous a sum--unless there has been some dishonest manipulation.Page 9
jugular; but at last the call of the milk of the savage mother that had suckled him in infancy rose to an insistent demand--he craved the hot blood of a fresh kill and his muscles yearned to pit themselves against the savage jungle in the battle for existence that had been his sole birthright for the first twenty years of his life.Page 11
His tail shot suddenly erect and at the same instant the wary ape-man, knowing all too well what the signal portended, grasped the remainder of the deer's hind quarter between his teeth and leaped into a nearby tree as Numa charged him with all the speed and a sufficient semblance of the weight of an express train.Page 16
No sound broke the stillness of the subterranean vault.Page 39
He even found himself regretting that America was so provincial, and that nowhere in the new world.Page 48
He fingered the pouch, feeling out the shapes and sizes of the precious, little nodules within.Page 53
They were of Terkoz, Tublat, Kerchak, and a smaller, less ferocious figure, that was Neeta, the little playmate of his boyhood.Page 57
The first lion met Buto's charge and was tossed high over the back of the maddened brute, torn and dying, and then the six remaining lions were upon the rhinoceros, rending and tearing the while they were being gored or trampled.Page 73
the gems had been buried, and though the spot resembled the balance of an unbroken stretch several miles in length, where the reeds terminated at the edge of the meadowland, yet the ape-man moved with unerring precision directly to the place where he had hid his treasure.Page 79
The man's eyes bored steadily into the screen of leaves upon the opposite side of the trail.Page 91
Chulk and Taglat fingered the fabrics, smelled of them, and, placing them to their ears, tried to listen to them.Page 102
hunt for some time if he were to follow the Belgian.Page 103
Someone had forestalled him--another had come for the treasure ahead of him.Page 114
She watched the lion narrowly.Page 116
It was almost dark before the lion finally quit the clearing, and even had his place beside the remnants of the mangled ape not been immediately usurped by a pack of hyenas, Jane Clayton would scarcely have dared venture from her refuge in the face of impending night, and so she composed herself as best she could for the long and tiresome wait, until daylight might offer some means of escape from the dread vicinity in which she had witnessed such terrifying adventures.Page 128
"Dog of a Christian," he whispered, "look upon this knife in the hands of Mohammed Beyd! Look well, unbeliever, for it is the last thing in life that you shall see or feel.Page 132
Werper was.Page 140
The officer turned and beckoned to the soldiers standing in the trail behind him.