world is filled with sorrow."
"Gaberelle!" screamed Esmeralda, sitting up. "What is it now? A
hipponocerous? Where is he, Miss Jane?"
"Nonsense, Esmeralda, there is nothing. Go back to sleep. You are bad
enough asleep, but you are infinitely worse awake."
"Yes honey, but what's the matter with you, precious? You acts sort of
disgranulated this evening."
"Oh, Esmeralda, I'm just plain ugly to-night," said the girl. "Don't
pay any attention to me--that's a dear."
"Yes, honey; now you go right to sleep. Your nerves are all on edge.
What with all these ripotamuses and man eating geniuses that Mister
Philander been telling about--Lord, it ain't no wonder we all get
Jane crossed the little room, laughing, and kissing the faithful woman,
bid Esmeralda good night.
When D'Arnot regained consciousness, he found himself lying upon a bed
of soft ferns and grasses beneath a little "A" shaped shelter of boughs.
At his feet an opening looked out upon a green sward, and at a little
distance beyond was the dense wall of jungle and forest.
He was very lame and sore and weak, and as full consciousness returned
he felt the sharp torture of many cruel wounds and the dull aching of
every bone and muscle in his body as a result of the hideous beating he
Even the turning of his head caused him such excruciating agony that he
lay still with closed eyes for a long time.
He tried to piece out the details of his adventure prior to the time he
lost consciousness to see if they would explain his present
whereabouts--he wondered if he were among friends or foes.
At length he recollected the whole hideous scene at the stake, and
finally recalled the strange white figure in whose arms he had sunk
D'Arnot wondered what fate lay in store for him now. He could neither
see nor hear any signs of life about him.
The incessant hum of the jungle--the rustling of millions of
leaves--the buzz of insects--the voices of the birds and monkeys seemed
blended into a strangely soothing purr, as though he lay apart, far
from the myriad life whose sounds came to him only as a blurred echo.
At length he fell into a quiet slumber, nor did he awake again until
Once more he experienced the strange sense of utter bewilderment that
had marked his earlier awakening, but soon he recalled the recent past,
and looking through the opening at his feet he saw the figure of a man
squatting on his haunches.
The broad, muscular
Apparently this was a youth steeling himself against a natural repugnance to the dangerous profession he had espoused; and when, a moment later, he stepped out into the moonlight and crossed the lawn toward the house, the slender, graceful lines which the ill-fitting clothes could not entirely conceal carried the conviction of youth if not of innocence.Page 8
We'll look like a bunch o' wise ones, won't we? lettin' a stranger sit in now--after last night.Page 17
The others, all but Dopey Charlie, followed in the wake of their leader.Page 21
" "I am glad to know you, Mr.Page 26
The Oskaloosa Kid was staggering ahead of him, scarce able to hold his body erect upon his shaking knees--his gait seemed pitifully slow to the unarmed man carrying the unconscious girl and listening to the chain dragging ever nearer and nearer behind; but at last they reached the doorway and passed through it into the room.Page 35
" "Well, this one said he was The Oskaloosa Kid," persisted The General.Page 41
At the foot of the stairway leading to the second floor lay the flash lamp that the boy had dropped the night before.Page 43
"You go now and you go quick--beat it!" The two rose and shuffled toward the door.Page 47
"That's awfully nice of you," replied The Kid.Page 65
The less you advertise the fact that you have a hundred dollars the better off you'll be.Page 66
I am so frightened.Page 71
Often I take him into towns late, ver' late at night an' he eat swill.Page 77
This disguise makes me feel too conspicuous.Page 82
In the eyes of The Oskaloosa Kid there glistened something perilously similar to tears.Page 84
If you want to hang, why hang and be damned.Page 85
"You are going to ask what I mean by posing as Miss Prim," she said.Page 90
You're bein' hung fer abductin' of an' most likely murderin' Miss Abigail Prim.Page 91
Paynter last night.Page 92
" And the car moved off.Page 94
" "I couldn't have told you a few hours ago," said Bridge.