Stealthily he worked his craft forward until the stays of the bowsprit
were directly above him. He could just reach them. To make his canoe
fast there was the work of but a minute or two, and then the man raised
himself quietly aloft.
A moment later he dropped softly to the deck. Thoughts of the hideous
pack which tenanted the ship induced cold tremors along the spine of
the cowardly prowler; but life itself depended upon the success of his
venture, and so he was enabled to steel himself to the frightful
chances which lay before him.
No sound or sign of watch appeared upon the ship's deck. Paulvitch
crept stealthily toward the forecastle. All was silence. The hatch
was raised, and as the man peered downward he saw one of the Kincaid's
crew reading by the light of the smoky lantern depending from the
ceiling of the crew's quarters.
Paulvitch knew the man well, a surly cut-throat upon whom he figured
strongly in the carrying out of the plan which he had conceived.
Gently the Russ lowered himself through the aperture to the rounds of
the ladder which led into the forecastle.
He kept his eyes turned upon the reading man, ready to warn him to
silence the moment that the fellow discovered him; but so deeply
immersed was the sailor in the magazine that the Russian came,
unobserved, to the forecastle floor.
There he turned and whispered the reader's name. The man raised his
eyes from the magazine--eyes that went wide for a moment as they fell
upon the familiar countenance of Rokoff's lieutenant, only to narrow
instantly in a scowl of disapproval.
"The devil!" he ejaculated. "Where did you come from? We all thought
you were done for and gone where you ought to have gone a long time
ago. His lordship will be mighty pleased to see you."
Paulvitch crossed to the sailor's side. A friendly smile lay on the
Russian's lips, and his right hand was extended in greeting, as though
the other might have been a dear and long lost friend. The sailor
ignored the proffered hand, nor did he return the other's smile.
"I've come to help you," explained Paulvitch. "I'm going to help you
get rid of the Englishman and his beasts--then there will be no danger
from the law when we get back to civilization. We can sneak in on
them while they sleep--that is Greystoke, his wife, and that black
scoundrel, Mugambi. Afterward it will be
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In each instance he sighed and passed on, returning at length to Paulvitch's side, where he squatted down once more; thereafter evincing little or no interest in any of the other men, and apparently forgetful of his recent battle with them.Page 11
In his frenzy of terror he managed to roll off the bed.Page 23
The proprietor of the house identified the picture of the lad as that of one who had been a frequent visitor in the room of the old man.Page 27
It was little more than a half-civilized community, and the chances were that they would drag Akut and him forth in the morning and hang them both to the nearest tree--he had read of such things being done in America, and Africa was worse even and wilder than the great West of his mother's native land.Page 28
What were they to do? In the morning they would be discovered and killed.Page 36
She dared not cry aloud, since that would have brought The Sheik upon her again.Page 54
The lad was all excitement; palpitant with eagerness to be off in pursuit.Page 81
The clutching fingers of the foremost were almost upon her again and again, but she eluded them by sudden bursts of speed or reckless chances as she threw herself across dizzy spaces.Page 91
Korak lay bleeding and unconscious when Akut reached his side.Page 97
The fellow's back was toward him, his figure outlined against the glow of cooking fires further down the street.Page 103
How they were to accomplish their end they did not know.Page 111
The latter's back was toward him while his body hid the stranger from Meriem's eyes.Page 117
When first he came upon them they were moving slowly but steadily southward in one of those periodic migrations the reasons for which the baboon himself is best able to explain.Page 135
To his amazement he saw the girl swing, ape-like, into the tree below the huge beasts.Page 171
Doubtless she knew now the horror that had been in his mind.Page 177
Stooping, she raised the bottom of the canvas and looked beneath and beyond.Page 198
And then from around the corner of his tent loomed a huge bulk, and Tantor, the great tusker, towered above him.Page 212
They could see by the light of the torture fire that still burned that the blacks and Arabs were recovering from their panic.Page 222
" The expression of sorrow in Meriem's eyes expressed only what she sincerely felt; but it was not the sorrow of a woman bereft of her best beloved.