savage jungle peopled by hideous beasts of prey and still more
hideous human beasts.
There was little or no chance that she could survive even a few days of
the constant dangers that would confront her there; but the knowledge
that she had already passed through so many perils unscathed, and that
somewhere out in the faraway world a little child was doubtless at that
very moment crying for her, filled her with determination to make the
effort to accomplish the seemingly impossible and cross that awful land
of horror in search of the sea and the remote chance of succour she
might find there.
Rokoff's tent stood almost exactly in the centre of the boma.
Surrounding it were the tents and shelters of his white companions and
the natives of his safari. To pass through these and find egress
through the boma seemed a task too fraught with insurmountable
obstacles to warrant even the slightest consideration, and yet there
was no other way.
To remain in the tent until she should be discovered would be to set at
naught all that she had risked to gain her freedom, and so with
stealthy step and every sense alert she approached the back of the tent
to set out upon the first stage of her adventure.
Groping along the rear of the canvas wall, she found that there was no
opening there. Quickly she returned to the side of the unconscious
Russian. In his belt her groping fingers came upon the hilt of a long
hunting-knife, and with this she cut a hole in the back wall of the
Silently she stepped without. To her immense relief she saw that the
camp was apparently asleep. In the dim and flickering light of the
dying fires she saw but a single sentry, and he was dozing upon his
haunches at the opposite side of the enclosure.
Keeping the tent between him and herself, she crossed between the small
shelters of the native porters to the boma wall beyond.
Outside, in the darkness of the tangled jungle, she could hear the
roaring of lions, the laughing of hyenas, and the countless, nameless
noises of the midnight jungle.
For a moment she hesitated, trembling. The thought of the prowling
beasts out there in the darkness was appalling. Then, with a sudden
brave toss of her head, she attacked the thorny boma wall with her
delicate hands. Torn and bleeding though they were, she worked on
breathlessly until she had made an opening through which she could worm
her body, and at last she
The monotony of life aboard her became trying for the crew.Page 19
It assured him first of the competence which Lord Greystoke had promised to pay him for the deportation of the ape, and then of revenge upon his benefactor through the son he idolized.Page 21
aided the boy whole heartedly in the consummation of the lad's, which would have been better for Paulvitch, could he have but read the future but a few short hours ahead.Page 25
The task of lowering the boy's grandmother over the side to a waiting canoe was rather difficult.Page 34
They seized ivory and retreated into the trackless wastes of the north before the guardians of the territory they raped could be made aware of their presence.Page 37
That must be wicked, or he would not have kicked me for it.Page 51
But if the blacks were his enemies there were those in the world who were not.Page 63
Do as Akut does.Page 89
Even their superstitious fear of this weird creature who hunted with a huge bull ape was overcome in their desire to wreak vengeance upon him and rid themselves for good and all of the menace of his presence in the jungle.Page 95
" The bull lowered his trunk and the herd resumed their interrupted meditations.Page 99
These startling announcements filled the blacks with a combination of terror and rage; but, seeing no foe in evidence they were enabled to permit their rage to get the better of their terror, and so the leaders, pushed on by those behind them, ran rapidly around the hut in the direction of the yapping of the mangy cur.Page 134
She was singing blithely; but her song came to a sudden stop when she came within sight of the tree, for there, disporting themselves with glee and pulling and hauling upon her belongings, were a number of baboons.Page 139
"My what?" insisted Meriem, far too unsophisticated in her unspoiled innocence to guess what the Hon.Page 156
Tell her I'll meet her then while you wait for us in camp.Page 164
It would do as well to keep in touch with the young man, and that was precisely what he intended doing.Page 172
He had loved her before, now he worshipped her.Page 183
If Malbihn really were dead he could continue on to join his fellows without fear; but should the Swede only be wounded he would be safer upon the far shore.Page 187
The pictures she drew were the pictures that the Hon.Page 196
Not even he would dare the perils of the river--almost certain death.Page 215
He moved swiftly, stopping only occasionally to raise his voice in a weird and piercing scream, and to listen for a moment after for a reply.