heart out before your very eyes. You'll learn what it means to insult
Jane Clayton turned wearily away.
"What is the use," she said, "of expatiating upon the depths to which
your vengeful nature can sink? You cannot move me either by threats or
deeds. My baby cannot judge yet for himself, but I, his mother, can
foresee that should it have been given him to survive to man's estate
he would willingly sacrifice his life for the honour of his mother.
Love him as I do, I would not purchase his life at such a price. Did
I, he would execrate my memory to the day of his death."
Rokoff was now thoroughly angered because of his failure to reduce the
girl to terror. He felt only hate for her, but it had come to his
diseased mind that if he could force her to accede to his demands as
the price of her life and her child's, the cup of his revenge would be
filled to brimming when he could flaunt the wife of Lord Greystoke in
the capitals of Europe as his mistress.
Again he stepped closer to her. His evil face was convulsed with rage
and desire. Like a wild beast he sprang upon her, and with his strong
fingers at her throat forced her backward upon the berth.
At the same instant the door of the cabin opened noisily. Rokoff
leaped to his feet, and, turning, faced the Swede cook.
Into the fellow's usually foxy eyes had come an expression of utter
stupidity. His lower jaw drooped in vacuous harmony. He busied
himself in arranging Lady Greystoke's meal upon the tiny table at one
side of her cabin.
The Russian glared at him.
"What do you mean," he cried, "by entering here without permission?
The cook turned his watery blue eyes upon Rokoff and smiled vacuously.
"Ay tank it blow purty soon purty hard," he said, and then he began
rearranging the few dishes upon the little table.
"Get out of here, or I'll throw you out, you miserable blockhead!"
roared Rokoff, taking a threatening step toward the Swede.
Anderssen continued to smile foolishly in his direction, but one
ham-like paw slid stealthily to the handle of the long, slim knife that
protruded from the greasy cord supporting his soiled apron.
Rokoff saw the move and stopped short in his advance. Then he turned
toward Jane Clayton.
"I will give you until tomorrow," he said, "to reconsider your answer
to my offer. All
She had always been afraid of firearms, and would never touch them, but now she rushed toward the ape with the fearlessness of a lioness protecting its young.Page 19
Sometimes she would question Clayton as to the strange noises of the nights; the absence of servants and friends, and the strange rudeness of the furnishings within her room, but, though he made no effort to deceive her, never could she grasp the meaning of it all.Page 24
As she took up the little live baby of Alice Clayton she dropped the dead body of her own into the empty cradle; for the wail of the living had answered the call of universal motherhood within her wild breast which the dead could not still.Page 38
One arm was nearly severed by the giant fangs, and a great piece had been torn from his neck, exposing his jugular vein, which the cruel jaws had missed but by a miracle.Page 46
And then Tublat went mad.Page 57
He could kill him at his leisure later, when the bow and deadly arrows were laid aside.Page 86
"I wonder, now, who that spear was intended for.Page 93
Then he left him to follow voluntarily.Page 103
" "I forget nothing as yet, Professor Archimedes Q.Page 105
Instead he raised his head gently from the ground, nodding it back and forth a half dozen times.Page 111
"Stow it!" retorted one of the men, in a surly tone.Page 116
It seems that an old bookworm who has a book and curio shop in Baltimore discovered between the leaves of a very old Spanish manuscript a letter written in 1550 detailing the adventures of a crew of mutineers of a Spanish galleon bound from Spain to South America with a vast treasure of "doubloons" and "pieces of eight," I suppose, for they certainly sound weird and piraty.Page 119
Lovingly, JANE PORTER.Page 131
Soon another opened his veins and drank his own blood.Page 138
With him near, who could entertain fear? She wondered if there was another man on earth with whom a girl could feel so safe in.Page 146
D'Arnot was reassured, but still without much hope, though he felt that that face could not mask a cruel heart.Page 147
There was a question she wanted to ask, but it seemed almost sacrilegious.Page 156
And then Tarzan: Yes, rest.Page 166
She kneeled down beside the bed in which she had spent so many nights, and offered up a prayer for the safety of her primeval man, and crushing his locket to her lips she murmured: "I love you, and because I love you I believe in you.Page 195