they buried well up on the island, and for three years they lived
there in constant hope of being rescued.
One by one they sickened and died, until only one man was left, the
writer of the letter.
The men had built a boat from the wreckage of the galleon, but having
no idea where the island was located they had not dared to put to sea.
When all were dead except himself, however, the awful loneliness so
weighed upon the mind of the sole survivor that he could endure it no
longer, and choosing to risk death upon the open sea rather than
madness on the lonely isle, he set sail in his little boat after nearly
a year of solitude.
Fortunately he sailed due north, and within a week was in the track of
the Spanish merchantmen plying between the West Indies and Spain, and
was picked up by one of these vessels homeward bound.
The story he told was merely one of shipwreck in which all but a few
had perished, the balance, except himself, dying after they reached the
island. He did not mention the mutiny or the chest of buried treasure.
The master of the merchantman assured him that from the position at
which they had picked him up, and the prevailing winds for the past
week he could have been on no other island than one of the Cape Verde
group, which lie off the West Coast of Africa in about 16 degrees or 17
degrees north latitude.
His letter described the island minutely, as well as the location of
the treasure, and was accompanied by the crudest, funniest little old
map you ever saw; with trees and rocks all marked by scrawly X's to
show the exact spot where the treasure had been buried.
When papa explained the real nature of the expedition, my heart sank,
for I know so well how visionary and impractical the poor dear has
always been that I feared that he had again been duped; especially when
he told me he had paid a thousand dollars for the letter and map.
To add to my distress, I learned that he had borrowed ten thousand
dollars more from Robert Canler, and had given his notes for the amount.
Mr. Canler had asked for no security, and you know, dearie, what that
will mean for me if papa cannot meet them. Oh, how I detest that man!
We all tried to look on the bright side of things, but Mr. Philander,
and Mr. Clayton--he joined us in London just for the adventure--both
Just then it occurred to Brady to fire and he, too, opened upon the bear, but at the same instant the animal stumbled and fell forward, though still growling most fearsomely.Page 4
"What is it?" Attracted by Brady's cry the others seized their rifles as they followed his wide-eyed, frozen gaze, nor was there one of them that was not moved by some species of terror or awe.Page 10
Its body was covered with plates of thick skin which bore a striking resemblance to armor-plate.Page 14
was killed by a saber-tooth tiger--September 13, 1916.Page 15
Again and again they fell; but be it to their credit that the one always waited and helped the other and.Page 26
" Bradley seized the pen and in a clear, bold hand wrote: "John Bradley, England.Page 28
Immediately the pursuing Wieroos demanded punishment of the jaal-lu who had so grievously maltreated them.Page 29
As quickly as possible Bradley dragged the dead Wieroo through the doorway and closed the door; then he looked about for a place to conceal the corpse.Page 39
He learned that all but those who were cos-ata-lu came up cor-sva-jo, or from the beginning.Page 41
"I shall eat now, for you cannot remain awake forever.Page 49
Bradley could distinctly hear the words of the creature, who was urging the girl to accompany him to another Wieroo city.Page 50
The white-robed one being unarmed sought to grasp the other by the wrist of its knife-hand and by the throat, while the latter hopped around on its dainty white feet, seeking an opening for a mortal blow.Page 52
But as for escaping"--she sighed--"alas, how can it be done?" "I escaped from the Blue Place of Seven Skulls," Bradley reminded her.Page 57
There is no escape, for even though we reached my own country Luata can find you out.Page 62
Shortly after they had settled themselves.Page 63
To find the pistol was a matter of but a moment's search on the part of Bradley's companion; and then, at the Englishman's signal, she followed him to the yellow door.Page 66
Here they stopped, for here also the stream ended.Page 73
As close as possible to the vessel they halted, crouching low among the dense vegetation, and watched the boat for signs of human life about it.Page 82
"But your father will not permit it--Jor, my father, High Chief of the Galus, will not permit it, for like me you are cos-ata-lo.Page 85
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