man of very different
appearance from M'ganwazam--so different, in fact, that Jane Clayton
immediately decided that he was of another tribe. This man acted as
interpreter, and almost from the first question that M'ganwazam put to
her, Jane felt an intuitive conviction that the savage was attempting
to draw information from her for some ulterior motive.
She thought it strange that the fellow should so suddenly have become
interested in her plans, and especially in her intended destination
when her journey had been interrupted at his village.
Seeing no reason for withholding the information, she told him the
truth; but when he asked if she expected to meet her husband at the end
of the trip, she shook her head negatively.
Then he told her the purpose of his visit, talking through the
"I have just learned," he said, "from some men who live by the side of
the great water, that your husband followed you up the Ugambi for
several marches, when he was at last set upon by natives and killed.
Therefore I have told you this that you might not waste your time in a
long journey if you expected to meet your husband at the end of it; but
instead could turn and retrace your steps to the coast."
Jane thanked M'ganwazam for his kindness, though her heart was numb
with suffering at this new blow. She who had suffered so much was at
last beyond reach of the keenest of misery's pangs, for her senses were
numbed and calloused.
With bowed head she sat staring with unseeing eyes upon the face of the
baby in her lap. M'ganwazam had left the hut. Sometime later she
heard a noise at the entrance--another had entered. One of the women
sitting opposite her threw a faggot upon the dying embers of the fire
With a sudden flare it burst into renewed flame, lighting up the hut's
interior as though by magic.
The flame disclosed to Jane Clayton's horrified gaze that the baby was
quite dead. How long it had been so she could not guess.
A choking lump rose to her throat, her head drooped in silent misery
upon the little bundle that she had caught suddenly to her breast.
For a moment the silence of the hut was unbroken. Then the native
woman broke into a hideous wail.
A man coughed close before Jane Clayton and spoke her name.
With a start she raised her eyes to look into the sardonic countenance
of Nikolas Rokoff.
For a moment Rokoff stood sneering down upon Jane Clayton,
Rather might I have experienced a cosmic cycle, with all its changes and evolutions for that which I have seen with my own eyes in this brief interval of time--things that no other mortal eye had seen before, glimpses of a world past, a world dead, a world so long dead that even in the lowest Cambrian stratum no trace of it remains.Page 5
The vision smiled wanly.Page 12
At the same instant the tug pointed its stern straight toward the sky and plunged out of sight.Page 14
I believe that they were relieved at the prospect of being detained at a comfortable English prison-camp for the duration of the war after the perils and privations through which they had passed.Page 18
The spirits of the men seemed improved; everything seemed propitious.Page 19
disappeared as did the wireless apparatus.Page 20
"The Germans would be crazy to do it, for their lives are as much at stake as ours.Page 22
"And," I concluded, "we can't make another five hundred knots without oil; our provisions are running low and so is our water.Page 33
I can tell you we were a discouraged lot; but we got a faint thrill of hope early the next morning when the lookout bawled down the open hatch: "Land! Land northwest by west!" I think we were all sick for the sight of land.Page 34
As darkness threatened, we drew away and lay well off the coast all night.Page 37
We were now thirstier than ever.Page 44
Olson was looking up, and seeing what was poking about in the tower, ran for an ax; nor did he hesitate a moment when he returned with one, but.Page 46
And so at last we turned into our narrow bunks, hopeful, happy and at peace with ourselves, our lives and our God, to awaken the following morning refreshed and still optimistic.Page 50
To my surprise he agreed that this was fair and told me that they would accept my conditions and that I could depend upon their loyalty to the common cause.Page 61
Game was plentiful and we saw several varieties which we had not before encountered in Caspak.Page 65
I could not but wonder at Lys' absence from the table, for she had always been one of the earliest risers in camp; so about nine o'clock, becoming apprehensive lest she might be indisposed, I went to the door of her room and knocked.Page 69
It was Lys, and she was alive and so far as I could see, unharmed.Page 70
A shuddering sob ran through Lys' figure.Page 73
"Be Galus," he concluded.Page 82
I clung to life because some.