may come to us."
Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen
which remained undimmed ever after.
It was quite late when they reached the cabin by the beach. A single
shot before they emerged from the jungle had announced to those in camp
as well as on the ship that the expedition had been too late--for it
had been prearranged that when they came within a mile or two of camp
one shot was to be fired to denote failure, or three for success, while
two would have indicated that they had found no sign of either D'Arnot
or his black captors.
So it was a solemn party that awaited their coming, and few words were
spoken as the dead and wounded men were tenderly placed in boats and
rowed silently toward the cruiser.
Clayton, exhausted from his five days of laborious marching through the
jungle and from the effects of his two battles with the blacks, turned
toward the cabin to seek a mouthful of food and then the comparative
ease of his bed of grasses after two nights in the jungle.
By the cabin door stood Jane.
"The poor lieutenant?" she asked. "Did you find no trace of him?"
"We were too late, Miss Porter," he replied sadly.
"Tell me. What had happened?" she asked.
"I cannot, Miss Porter, it is too horrible."
"You do not mean that they had tortured him?" she whispered.
"We do not know what they did to him BEFORE they killed him," he
answered, his face drawn with fatigue and the sorrow he felt for poor
D'Arnot and he emphasized the word before.
"BEFORE they killed him! What do you mean? They are not--? They are
She was thinking of what Clayton had said of the forest man's probable
relationship to this tribe and she could not frame the awful word.
"Yes, Miss Porter, they were--cannibals," he said, almost bitterly, for
to him too had suddenly come the thought of the forest man, and the
strange, unaccountable jealousy he had felt two days before swept over
him once more.
And then in sudden brutality that was as unlike Clayton as courteous
consideration is unlike an ape, he blurted out:
"When your forest god left you he was doubtless hurrying to the feast."
He was sorry ere the words were spoken though he did not know how
cruelly they had cut the girl. His regret was for his baseless
disloyalty to one who had saved the lives of every member of his party,
and offered harm to none.
The girl's head
Peter of Blentz had not proved a good or kind ruler.Page 32
With vicious, murderous fingers he seized.Page 47
He would have fallen had not the American thrown a strong arm about him.Page 56
Upon his lips was a smile of cunning satisfaction, as he hastened.Page 60
It seemed that Butzow had been absent from Lutha for a number of years as military attache to the Luthanian legation at a foreign court.Page 86
"Have pity--have pity!" he cried.Page 87
"If he goes away and never returns, what proof can we offer that we did not kill him, should we be charged with the crime? And if we let him go, and later he returns and gains his throne, he will see that we are hanged anyway for treason.Page 88
He would have been glad to have served such a one, but there had been many inexplicable occurrences which tended to cast a doubt upon the man's claims--and yet, had he ever claimed to be the king? It suddenly occurred to the old prince that he had not.Page 90
"That you are the true Leopold is all that I am positive of, for the discomfiture of Prince Peter evidenced that fact all too plainly.Page 112
Then he heard an oath and heavy battering upon the panels.Page 139
From the landlord he learned that the frontier lay but three miles to the south of the hamlet.Page 149
A couple of shots followed them as they left the river, but did not fall dangerously near.Page 173
"I have sent for the Serbian and Austrian ministers.Page 175
But we are not now at Blentz.Page 189
Then the dismal men formed in line before him at the opposite side of the courtyard.Page 191
Barney ran to the casement and looked out.Page 192
Then the lieutenant returned to the courtyard to look for the king and Barney Custer.Page 193
He had hoped to place these two conspirators once and for all where they would never again threaten the peace of the throne of Lutha--in hell.Page 196
Von der Tann, too, must have been deceived.Page 208
" And he did.