a place where many people lived together in houses.
"Oh," he exclaimed, "you mean a camp! Yes, there are two great camps
here, East Camp and West Camp. We are from East Camp."
The use of the word camp to describe a collection of habitations
naturally suggested war to me, and my next question was as to whether
the war was over, and who had been victorious.
"No," he replied to this question. "The war is not yet over. But it
soon will be, and it will end, as it always does, with the Westenders
running away. We, the Eastenders, are always victorious."
"No," I said, seeing that he referred to the petty tribal wars of his
little island, "I mean the Great War, the war with Germany. Is it
ended--and who was victorious?"
He shook his head impatiently.
"I never heard," he said, "of any of these strange countries of which
It seemed incredible, and yet it was true. These people living at the
very seat of the Great War knew nothing of it, though but two centuries
had passed since, to our knowledge, it had been running in the height
of its titanic frightfulness all about them, and to us upon the far
side of the Atlantic still was a subject of keen interest.
Here was a lifelong inhabitant of the Isle of Wight who never had heard
of either Germany or England! I turned to him quite suddenly with a
"What people live upon the mainland?" I asked, and pointed in the
direction of the Hants coast.
"No one lives there," he replied.
"Long ago, it is said, my people dwelt across the waters upon that
other land; but the wild beasts devoured them in such numbers that
finally they were driven here, paddling across upon logs and driftwood,
nor has any dared return since, because of the frightful creatures
which dwell in that horrid country."
"Do no other peoples ever come to your country in ships?" I asked.
He never heard the word ship before, and did not know its meaning. But
he assured me that until we came he had thought that there were no
other peoples in the world other than the Grubittens, who consist of
the Eastenders and the Westenders of the ancient Isle of Wight.
Assured that we were inclined to friendliness, our new acquaintances
led us to their village, or, as they call it, camp. There we found a
thousand people, perhaps, dwelling in rude shelters, and living upon
the fruits of the chase and such
A convenient little stairway for retiring husbands and diffident burglars--yes, indeed! The darkness of the upper hallway offered no obstacle to this familiar housebreaker.Page 9
The youth was astonished at the physical strength of this old man, seemingly so softened by dissipation; but it showed him the source of The Sky Pilot's authority and its scope, for Columbus Blackie and Soup Face quitted their quarrel immediately.Page 13
In Abigail's room she flashed on the center dome light from force of habit, although she knew that the room had been left in proper condition after the girl's departure earlier in the day.Page 15
There were those who, if pressed, would have conceded that Reginald had no morals.Page 17
The bullet of The Kid had merely creased the flesh over the ribs beneath his right arm.Page 18
The wind soughed with gloomy and increasing menace, a sudden light flared across the southern sky followed by the reverberation of distant thunder.Page 27
"Feeling better?" "Where is it? Oh, God! Where is it?" cried the boy.Page 30
Bridge heard the boy behind him move impulsively forward and saw him kneel on the bed beside the girl.Page 33
"Look!" she cried.Page 41
Bridge turned and looked into the youth's face.Page 42
" Immediately all eyes turned upon the flushing youth.Page 46
"See anything funny?" asked Mrs.Page 48
" "How in the world did you do it?" asked the girl, rapturously.Page 51
What's the news?" "Plenty! Plenty!" exclaimed the carrier.Page 57
"Thet's what they do say, an' this here Oskaloosie Kid said they heered things las' night an' seed a dead man on the floor, didn't he M'randy?" M'randy nodded her head.Page 61
Like a tigress charging those who stalked her she leaped swiftly across the clearing toward the point from which the disturbance had come.Page 67
"Why don't you leave us," he asked.Page 70
They closed behind him.Page 74
Each stood in silence, listening.Page 84
The Oskaloosa Kid shook his head, and once more he flushed.