of moments. Rising at last
he flung the lifeless thing from him with a shudder of disgust.
Now he turned his attention to a hurried inventory of the new
conditions which surrounded him since the moment of his incarceration.
He realized vaguely what had happened. He had been anaesthetized and
stripped of his weapons, and as he rose to his feet he saw that one
ankle was fettered to a chain in the wall. He looked about the room.
All the doors swung wide open! His captors would render his
imprisonment the more cruel by leaving ever before him tempting
glimpses of open aisles to the freedom he could not attain. Upon the
end of the table and within easy reach was food and drink. This at
least was attainable and at sight of it his starved stomach seemed
almost to cry aloud for sustenance. It was with difficulty that he ate
and drank in moderation.
As he devoured the food his eyes wandered about the confines of his
prison until suddenly they seized upon a thing that lay on the table at
the end farthest from him. It was a key. He raised his fettered ankle
and examined the lock. There could be no doubt of it! The key that lay
there on the table before him was the key to that very lock. A careless
warrior had laid it there and departed, forgetting.
Hope surged high in the breast of Gahan of Gathol, of Turan the
panthan. Furtively his eyes sought the open doorways. There was no one
in sight. Ah, if he could but gain his freedom! He would find some way
from this odious city back to her side and never again would he leave
her until he had won safety for her or death for himself.
He rose and moved cautiously toward the opposite end of the table where
lay the coveted key. The fettered ankle halted his first step, but he
stretched at full length along the table, extending eager fingers
toward the prize. They almost laid hold upon it--a little more and they
would touch it. He strained and stretched, but still the thing lay just
beyond his reach. He hurled himself forward until the iron fetter bit
deep into his flesh, but all futilely. He sat back upon the bench then
and glared at the open doors and the key, realizing now that they were
part of a well-laid scheme of refined torture, none the less
demoralizing because it inflicted no physical suffering.
For just a moment the man gave way to useless regret and foreboding,
What do you want, my man?" The man's eyes had suddenly gone wide.Page 26
Barney suddenly realized that the old fellow was talking.Page 51
A ridiculous beard started the trouble, and later a series of happenings, no one of which was particularly remarkable in itself, aggravated it, until but a moment since I myself was almost upon the point of believing that I am the king.Page 81
"You are doing his bidding, although you do not know that he is the true king?" asked one of them.Page 95
"Good-bye, old man," he said.Page 99
There's something doing there.Page 104
And now, gentlemen," he went on after a pause, "good night.Page 116
Others stood with bowed heads gazing at the hard-packed earth of the factory yard.Page 117
A man at Barney's right moaned.Page 121
Seizing the barrel of the piece Barney jerked it to one side and toward him, and at the same instant he leaped for the throat of the sentry.Page 136
"That before you are many hours older, your highness, you will be queen of Lutha.Page 138
For several minutes she surged and tugged upon the unyielding metal strand.Page 140
On he raced toward the south, his speed often necessarily diminished upon the winding mountain roads, but for the most part clinging to a reckless mileage that caused the few natives he encountered to flee to the safety of the bordering fields, there to stand in open-mouthed awe.Page 156
The eyes of the three men were upon the doorway as the little party entered.Page 160
As he did so he became aware of the fact that at this point the wall was of wood--a large panel of hardwood.Page 161
"Silence," he whispered.Page 183
She did not understand.Page 185
"Send him at once!" The soldiers laughed.Page 203
Butzow, who had been watching her narrowly, sprang forward and caught her in his arms, where she lay limp with closed eyes as though in a dead faint.Page 214
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