by a mighty volcano. We were
thrown to the decks, bruised and stunned, and then above the ship,
carrying with it fragments of steel and wood and dismembered human
bodies, rose a column of water hundreds of feet into the air.
The silence which followed the detonation of the exploding torpedo was
almost equally horrifying. It lasted for perhaps two seconds, to be
followed by the screams and moans of the wounded, the cursing of the
men and the hoarse commands of the ship's officers. They were
splendid--they and their crew. Never before had I been so proud of my
nationality as I was that moment. In all the chaos which followed the
torpedoing of the liner no officer or member of the crew lost his head
or showed in the slightest any degree of panic or fear.
While we were attempting to lower boats, the submarine emerged and
trained guns on us. The officer in command ordered us to lower our
flag, but this the captain of the liner refused to do. The ship was
listing frightfully to starboard, rendering the port boats useless,
while half the starboard boats had been demolished by the explosion.
Even while the passengers were crowding the starboard rail and
scrambling into the few boats left to us, the submarine commenced
shelling the ship. I saw one shell burst in a group of women and
children, and then I turned my head and covered my eyes.
When I looked again to horror was added chagrin, for with the emerging
of the U-boat I had recognized her as a product of our own shipyard. I
knew her to a rivet. I had superintended her construction. I had sat
in that very conning-tower and directed the efforts of the sweating
crew below when first her prow clove the sunny summer waters of the
Pacific; and now this creature of my brain and hand had turned
Frankenstein, bent upon pursuing me to my death.
A second shell exploded upon the deck. One of the lifeboats,
frightfully overcrowded, swung at a dangerous angle from its davits. A
fragment of the shell shattered the bow tackle, and I saw the women and
children and the men vomited into the sea beneath, while the boat
dangled stern up for a moment from its single davit, and at last with
increasing momentum dived into the midst of the struggling victims
screaming upon the face of the waters.
Now I saw men spring to the rail and leap into the ocean. The deck was
tilting to an
His tiny surcoat of scarlet velvet was rich with embroidery, while beneath was a close-fitting tunic of white silk.Page 11
What the outcome of this audience would have been none may say, for Leicester had but just entered and saluted his sovereign when there came an interruption which drowned the petty wrangles of king and courtier in a common affliction that touched the hearts of all.Page 24
he dragged the boy with him, but all his mighty efforts were unavailing to loosen the grip upon mane and withers.Page 30
dry moat at the back of the ruined castle.Page 33
It is sufficient that he is the friend of Norman of Torn, and that Norman of Torn be here in person to acknowledge the debt of friendship.Page 34
The villain's eyes fairly popped from his head when he saw his four comrades coming, unarmed and prisoners, back to the little room.Page 38
The main gateway of the castle looked toward the west and from it ran the tortuous and rocky trail, down through the mountains toward the valley below.Page 51
He had an adventure with several knights from the castle of Peter of Colfax, from whom he rescued a damsel whom I suspect from the trappings of her palfrey to be of the house of Montfort.Page 53
In the past there has been peace between us, though no love; now let us both understand that it be war and hate.Page 57
"That again be no concern of thine, my friend, but I do know it, and, if thou wouldst have her, be quick, for we should ride out tonight that we may take our positions by the highway in ample time tomorrow.Page 58
No, Mary, I must ride today.Page 63
The solitary door was furnished with huge oaken bars, and itself composed of mighty planks of the same wood, cross barred with iron.Page 65
"I have offered you your choice; to be the honored wife of Peter of Colfax, or, by force, his mistress.Page 90
"After her, John," commanded Joan peremptorily, "and see that you turn not back until she be safe within the castle walls; then you may bring aid.Page 91
With a cry, Joan de Tany threw herself across the outlaw's body, shielding him as best she could from the threatening sword.Page 102
You must be fair famished for good food and drink.Page 108
And this was what he read: Norman of Torn is now at the castle of Tany, without escort.Page 126
The hall was filled with knights and gentlewomen and house servants and men-at-arms.Page 129
A little shudder passed through the wide-eyed guests.Page 142
With a low cry of mingled rage and indignation, Bertrade de Montfort threw herself before the Devil of Torn, and facing the astonished company of king, prince, nobles and soldiers, drew herself to her full height, and with all the pride of race and blood that was her right of heritage from a French king on her father's side and an English king on her mother's, she flashed her defiance and contempt in the single word: "Cowards!" "What means this, girl?" demanded De Montfort, "Art gone stark mad? Know thou that this fellow be the Outlaw of Torn?" "If I had not before known it, My Lord," she replied haughtily, "it would be plain to me now as I see forty cowards hesitating to attack a lone man.