I did not know about this one."
"There vasn't no other kid. Ay tank this ban yours. Ay am very sorry."
Anderssen fidgeted about, standing first on one foot and then upon the
other. It was perfectly evident to Jane that he was honest in his
protestations of ignorance of the true identity of the child.
Presently the baby commenced to crow, and bounce up and down in the
Swede's arms, at the same time leaning forward with little hands
out-reaching toward the young woman.
She could not withstand the appeal, and with a low cry she sprang to
her feet and gathered the baby to her breast.
For a few minutes she wept silently, her face buried in the baby's
soiled little dress. The first shock of disappointment that the tiny
thing had not been her beloved Jack was giving way to a great hope that
after all some miracle had occurred to snatch her baby from Rokoff's
hands at the last instant before the Kincaid sailed from England.
Then, too, there was the mute appeal of this wee waif alone and unloved
in the midst of the horrors of the savage jungle. It was this thought
more than any other that had sent her mother's heart out to the
innocent babe, while still she suffered from disappointment that she
had been deceived in its identity.
"Have you no idea whose child this is?" she asked Anderssen.
The man shook his head.
"Not now," he said. "If he ain't ban your kid, Ay don' know whose kid
he do ban. Rokoff said it was yours. Ay tank he tank so, too.
"What do we do with it now? Ay can't go back to the Kincaid. Rokoff
would have me shot; but you can go back. Ay take you to the sea, and
then some of these black men they take you to the ship--eh?"
"No! no!" cried Jane. "Not for the world. I would rather die than
fall into the hands of that man again. No, let us go on and take this
poor little creature with us. If God is willing we shall be saved in
one way or another."
So they again took up their flight through the wilderness, taking with
them a half-dozen of the Mosulas to carry provisions and the tents that
Anderssen had smuggled aboard the small boat in preparation for the
The days and nights of torture that the young woman suffered were so
merged into one long, unbroken nightmare
thirty or one hundred seventy-five has been, as you know, the direst calamity that could befall a naval commander.Page 12
"Men," I said, stepping forward to the handrail and looking down into their upturned, bronzed faces, "you are anxiously awaiting information as to the ship's position.Page 15
I was studying them as we came away from the Coldwater this morning, and luckily I have them with me.Page 18
Before long we had uncovered many other indications that a great battle had been fought upon the ground where we stood.Page 31
I parried his first blow with my forearm, at the same time delivering a powerful blow to his jaw that sent him reeling back; but he was at me again in an instant, though in the brief interim I had time to draw my revolver.Page 32
"Far away, across the ocean.Page 33
They came in great numbers, so that they rolled across the land like a great gray fog.Page 39
"If he dared," went on the old lady, "he would kill me now, but he does not dare.Page 41
Finally, I came to the conclusion that I was absolutely friendless except for the old queen.Page 44
It was rather long, and I recall only a portion of it, which ran, if my memory serves me, somewhat as follows: Lord of Grabritin, we Fall on our knees to thee, This gift to bring.Page 46
As we stood there we heard the sound of voices.Page 49
hand in hand, while Victory asked many questions and for the first time I began to realize something of the magnificence and power of the race from whose loins she had sprung.Page 50
"See if it will open.Page 52
To descend through the palace was out of the question, but outside we could discover no lions.Page 77
Fresh troops hastened from the city, and about noon Menelek rode out surrounded by his staff.Page 81
I chafed to follow him, but the corridor was filled with people.Page 82
clubbed his rifle and felled him with a single mighty blow.Page 84
The doors of the opposite side, leading to the street, were open, and we could see great.Page 85
They were well uniformed and superbly armed, and they fought bravely and under perfect discipline.Page 88
It was good to get back again, good to witness the kindly treatment that was accorded my dear Victory, and when I learned that Delcarte and Taylor had been found at the mouth of the Rhine and were already back in Pan-America my joy was unalloyed.