powerful of Manator?"
"Speak not of it, O-Tar," begged E-Thas. "These last few days I have
thought upon it much and I would forget it; but I have sought to
appease the wrath of my worst enemies. I have been very kind and
indulgent with them."
"You, too, read the voiceless message in the air?" demanded the jeddak.
E-Thas was palpably uneasy and he did not reply.
"Why did you not come to me with your apprehensions?" demanded O-Tar.
"Be this loyalty?"
"I feared, O mighty jeddak!" replied E-Thas. "I feared that you would
not understand and that you would be angry."
"What know you? Speak the whole truth!" commanded O-Tar.
"There is much unrest among the chieftains and the warriors," replied
E-Thas. "Even those who were your friends fear the power of those who
speak against you."
"What say they?" growled the jeddak.
"They say that you are afraid to enter the apartments of O-Mai in
search of the slave Turan--oh, do not be angry with me, Jeddak; it is
but what they say that I repeat. I, your loyal E-Thas, believe no such
"No, no; why should I fear?" demanded O-Tar. "We do not know that he is
there. Did not my chiefs go thither and see nothing of him?"
"But they say that you did not go," pursued E-Thas, "and that they will
have none of a coward upon the throne of Manator."
"They said that treason?" O-Tar almost shouted.
"They said that and more, great jeddak," answered the major-domo. "They
said that not only did you fear to enter the chambers of O-Mai, but
that you feared the slave Turan, and they blame you for your treatment
of A-Kor, whom they all believe to have been murdered at your command.
They were fond of A-Kor and there are many now who say aloud that A-Kor
would have made a wondrous jeddak."
"They dare?" screamed O-Tar. "They dare suggest the name of a slave's
bastard for the throne of O-Tar!"
"He is your son, O-Tar," E-Thas reminded him, "nor is there a more
beloved man in Manator--I but speak to you of facts which may not be
ignored, and I dare do so because only when you realize the truth may
you seek a cure for the ills that draw about your throne."
O-Tar had slumped down upon his bench--suddenly he looked shrunken and
tired and old. "Cursed be the day," he cried, "that saw those three
strangers enter the city of Manator. Would that U-Dor had been spared
to me. He was strong--my enemies feared him; but he is gone--dead at
the hands of that
" The girl drew back from me with a little exclamation of surprise and disappointment.Page 11
Beside me came Nobs, silent now, and grim.Page 20
He would sacrifice anyone, even you; and if you still love him, you might be his ready tool.Page 22
It showed us to be about 20º north and 30º west--nearly twenty-five hundred miles off our course.Page 26
No, thank God! Never could aim have been truer.Page 29
It showed that our course was north by west--that is, one point west of north, which was, for our assumed position, about right.Page 34
"Yes; he followed Cook about 1721.Page 45
Olson ate until I thought he would burst.Page 49
What is your answer?" I turned toward von Schoenvorts.Page 54
It consisted of upward of five hundred individuals representing several species closely allied to man.Page 57
At dinner we tasted our first roast Caprona antelope, and we had a mess of greens that the cook had found growing along the stream.Page 60
Here is Bradley's report of the expedition: Marched.Page 61
Saw manlike creatures and a low order of ape in one band, and some of the men swore that there was a white man among them.Page 63
Olson, Whitely, Wilson, Miss La Rue, and myself disembarked, while von Schoenvorts and his German crew returned to refine the oil.Page 66
as the noise approached apparently just above us, and a moment later there followed a terrific explosion which hurled us to the ground.Page 72
Lys' head had drooped to my breast, and my arm was still about her.Page 75
I would find them; they would direct me to the cliffs; perhaps they would accompany me and take us back with them to their abodes--to the abodes of men and women like ourselves.Page 80
I realized that she was quite right--that we were but comic figures hopping from the cradle to the grave, of interest to practically no other created thing than ourselves and our few intimates.Page 84
Luck and only luck it must have been which had permitted that first shot to lay low one of the savage creatures, for even such a heavy weapon as my pistol is entirely inadequate against even the lesser carnivora of Caspak.Page 87
It is a hard, fierce, dangerous life, and I shall pray always that we shall be rescued from it--for her sake.