the same instant I fired at one of
them, dropping him in his tracks. The other, however, launched his
missile, but the report of my gun had given him such a start that the
arrow flew wild above my head. A second after and he, too, was
sprawled upon the sward with a round hole between his eyes. It had
been a rather good shot.
I glanced over the edge again. Dian was almost at the bottom. I could
see Juag standing just beneath her with his hands upstretched to assist
A sullen roar from the warriors recalled my attention toward them.
They stood shaking their fists at me and yelling insults. From the
direction of the village I saw a single warrior coming to join them.
He was a huge fellow, and when he strode among them I could tell by his
bearing and their deference toward him that he was a chieftain. He
listened to all they had to tell of the happenings of the last few
minutes; then with a command and a roar he started for me with the
whole pack at his heels. All they had needed had arrived--namely, a
I had two unfired cartridges in the chambers of my gun. I let the big
warrior have one of them, thinking that his death would stop them all.
But I guess they were worked up to such a frenzy of rage by this time
that nothing would have stopped them. At any rate, they only yelled
the louder as he fell and increased their speed toward me. I dropped
another with my remaining cartridge.
Then they were upon me--or almost. I thought of my promise to
Dian--the awful abyss was behind me--a big devil with a huge bludgeon
in front of me. I grasped my six-shooter by the barrel and hurled it
squarely in his face with all my strength.
Then, without waiting to learn the effect of my throw, I wheeled, ran
the few steps to the edge, and leaped as far out over that frightful
chasm as I could. I know something of diving, and all that I know I
put into that dive, which I was positive would be my last.
For a couple of hundred feet I fell in horizontal position. The
momentum I gained was terrific. I could feel the air almost as a solid
body, so swiftly I hurtled through it. Then my position gradually
changed to the vertical, and with hands outstretched I slipped
He would not leave evidence of the havoc he had wrought; the fear of the bull whip was still strong upon him.Page 23
Virginia Maxon, idling beneath the leafy shade of the tropical foliage, became presently aware that she had wandered farther from the campong than she had intended.Page 33
"Virginia," he said in a very low voice, "it is your father's intention to wed you.Page 41
the north campong.Page 43
In the workshop Bududreen and his men had easily located the chest.Page 44
Bududreen had discovered a rich treasure, and having stolen that had dispatched two of his men to bring him the girl also.Page 49
" The girl shook her head.Page 60
Now she felt but a gentle roll, though the wild turmoil of the storm still came to her ears through the heavy planking of the Ithaca's hull.Page 62
We shall find a place where we may live in peace and freedom.Page 63
Dropping the weapon from his hand it still dangled by the loop.Page 71
"I was mad," retorted the professor.Page 75
At the head of his hideous, misshapen pack sprang the stalwart young giant straight into the heart of the flashing parangs of the howling savages.Page 99
all hope of capture.Page 108
That suspicion should fall on him seemed scarcely credible since the only men who knew that he had left the long-house that night lay dead upon the very spot where the treasure reposed.Page 111
Rapidly they hastened along the well known trail toward the point designated by the two messengers, to come upon the spot almost simultaneously with the party under Barunda's uncle, who, startled by the two shots several hours previously, had been cautiously searching through the jungle for an explanation of them.Page 114
Now the head hunters were pressing closer, and suddenly, even as the girl looked directly at him, a spear passed through the heart of Number Three.Page 120
In his breast a riot of conflicting emotions were waging the first great battle which was to point the trend of the man's character--would the selfish and the base prevail, or would the noble? With the thought of losing her his desire for her companionship became almost a mania.Page 122
She thought that he had reared another for himself nearby, but even the thought that he might sleep filled her with dread, yet she would not call to him again, since she knew that he needed his rest even more than she.Page 129
" "I do not know who I am," replied Bulan.Page 132
They had come almost to the spot when their ears were assailed by the weird and blood curdling yells of native warriors, and a moment later von Horn's escort dashed into view in full retreat.