none came. Instead we continued
to submerge until the manometer registered forty feet and then I knew
that we were safe. Safe! I almost smiled. I had relieved Olson, who
had remained in the tower at my direction, having been a member of one
of the early British submarine crews, and therefore having some
knowledge of the business. Bradley was at my side. He looked at me
"What the devil are we to do?" he asked. "The merchantman will flee
us; the war-vessel will destroy us; neither will believe our colors or
give us a chance to explain. We will meet even a worse reception if we
go nosing around a British port--mines, nets and all of it. We can't
"Let's try it again when this fellow has lost the scent," I urged.
"There must come a ship that will believe us."
And try it again we did, only to be almost rammed by a huge freighter.
Later we were fired upon by a destroyer, and two merchantmen turned and
fled at our approach. For two days we cruised up and down the Channel
trying to tell some one, who would listen, that we were friends; but no
one would listen. After our encounter with the first warship I had
given instructions that a wireless message be sent out explaining our
predicament; but to my chagrin I discovered that both sending and
receiving instruments had disappeared.
"There is only one place you can go," von Schoenvorts sent word to me,
"and that is Kiel. You can't land anywhere else in these waters. If
you wish, I will take you there, and I can promise that you will be
"There is another place we can go," I sent back my reply, "and we will
before we'll go to Germany. That place is hell."
Those were anxious days, during which I had but little opportunity to
associate with Lys. I had given her the commander's room, Bradley and
I taking that of the deck-officer, while Olson and two of our best men
occupied the room ordinarily allotted to petty officers. I made Nobs'
bed down in Lys' room, for I knew she would feel less alone.
Nothing of much moment occurred for a while after we left British
waters behind us. We ran steadily along upon the surface, making good
time. The first two boats we sighted made off as fast as they could
go; and the third, a huge freighter, fired on us, forcing us
Lord! but it is good to see you--and not a day older in appearance than when you trotted me on your knee in my babyhood.Page 23
At first she had thought that she was looking upon a shambles and that the bodies, but recently decapitated, were moving under the impulse of muscular reaction; but presently she realized that this was their normal condition.Page 26
In this latter she met with almost immediate success, for the very third tree beneath which she halted.Page 39
" "We will see what Luud does with you," he said.Page 42
" He turned again to the other kaldanes.Page 54
great brains that were beyond the possibility of human emotions.Page 57
Must she follow it there, too? What new and nameless horror lay concealed in that hidden chamber? No! she would not do it.Page 70
" Gahan spoke quickly in tones vibrant with authority.Page 83
For several moments they discussed their plans--whether it would be best to wait where they were until darkness hid their movements and then approach the city in search of food and water, or approach it now, taking advantage of what cover they could, until they could glean something of the nature of its inhabitants.Page 94
Women in brilliant trappings, befeathered warriors, their bodies daubed with paint; artisans, armed but less gaily caparisoned, took their various ways upon the duties of the day.Page 117
Even if the fabled Corphals existed, as none but the most ignorant now believes, the lore of the ancients tells us that they entered only into the bodies of wicked criminals of the lowest class.Page 120
So this was the secret of the seeming mystery? Doubtless it explained many other similar disappearances that extended nearly as far back as the history of Gathol.Page 127
Slay me if you will.Page 137
The latter had crossed the room and was stooping to raise the bundle when he heard the click of a lock behind him.Page 147
and sweet a trumpet spoke across The Fields of Jetan.Page 156
Val Dor and Floran, passing quietly ahead of the others, went directly to the gates, where they were hidden from those who occupied the enclosure with O-Tar.Page 161
" He paused and watched Gahan's face intently for any sign of the effect of this knowledge and was rewarded with a quick, though guarded expression of recognition.Page 174
In the darkness he could not see whether there were the imprints of other sandals than Tara's--only that the dust was disturbed--and when it led him into gloomy corridors he lost the trail altogether.Page 186
" "How have they changed? What has changed them?" asked Gahan.Page 199
For a long year have you been gone from Helium.