to the floor. Then came the official's
voice again, in sharp and peremptory command.
"Down, slave!" he cried. "Make obeisance to your sovereign!"
I looked up, attracted by the tone of the man's voice, to see a single,
straight, slim figure standing erect in the center of the line of
prostrate girls, her arms folded across her breast and little chin in
the air. Her back was toward me--I could not see her face, though I
should like to see the countenance of this savage young lioness,
standing there defiant among that herd of terrified sheep.
"Down! Down!" shouted the master of ceremonies, taking a step toward
her and half drawing his sword.
My blood boiled. To stand there, inactive, while a negro struck down
that brave girl of my own race! Instinctively I took a forward step to
place myself in the man's path. But at the same instant Menelek raised
his hand in a gesture that halted the officer. The emperor seemed
interested, but in no way angered at the girl's attitude.
"Let us inquire," he said in a smooth, pleasant voice, "why this young
woman refuses to do homage to her sovereign," and he put the question
himself directly to her.
She answered him in Abyssinian, but brokenly and with an accent that
betrayed how recently she had acquired her slight knowledge of the
"I go on my knees to no one," she said. "I have no sovereign. I
myself am sovereign in my own country."
Menelek, at her words, leaned back in his throne and laughed
uproariously. Following his example, which seemed always the correct
procedure, the assembled guests vied with one another in an effort to
laugh more noisily than the emperor.
The girl but tilted her chin a bit higher in the air--even her back
proclaimed her utter contempt for her captors. Finally Menelek
restored quiet by the simple expedient of a frown, whereupon each loyal
guest exchanged his mirthful mien for an emulative scowl.
"And who," asked Menelek, "are you, and by what name is your country
"I am Victory, Queen of Grabritin," replied the girl so quickly and so
unexpectedly that I gasped in astonishment.
Victory! She was here, a slave to these black conquerors. Once more I
started toward her, but better judgment held me back--I could do
nothing to help her other than by stealth. Could I even accomplish
aught by this means? I did not know. It seemed beyond the pale of
possibility, and yet I should try.
"And you will
"It is surely fully as bad.Page 29
"I hate to do it," he thought, "but the Lizard said he could get twenty for it, and twenty would give me another two weeks.Page 30
"I've got to eat," he soliloquized fiercely, "if I have to go out to-night and pound somebody on the head to get the price, and I'm going to do it," he concluded as the odors of cooking food came to him from a cheap restaurant which he was passing.Page 40
"Do something devilish?" inquired Harriet.Page 41
Then: "What have you that's good?" and she looked up at the waiter.Page 47
He paid back the twenty the Lizard had loaned him, got his watch out of pawn, and was even figuring on a new suit of clothes.Page 49
He had long since ceased to consider what the spectators might think.Page 51
" "Do you know," said Harriet, "that I have a suspicion that he recognized us.Page 53
Although the address was not that of one of his regular customers he felt that there was something vaguely familiar about it, but when he finally arrived he realized that it was a residence at which he had never before called.Page 55
I venture to say that in a fifteen-minute conversation he would commit more horrible crimes against the king's English than even that new stable-boy of yours.Page 56
" "I guess you're too square," said the girl.Page 58
But however good your hunch or intuition may.Page 62
With that idea in mind I should say that two hundred and fifty dollars a month might be a mutually fair arrangement to begin with.Page 67
He's got you catalogued and filed away in what he calls his brain alongside of a dip and--a"--she hesitated--"a girl like me, and no matter how high up you ever get if your foot slips up will bob O'Donnell with these two facts.Page 84
He had attributed it to the unpleasant knowledge he had been forced to partially impart to her father and also in some measure to the regrettable interview he had had with her, but now he knew that these were only contributory causes, that the real reason was that during the months she had occupied his thoughts and in the few meetings he had had with her there had developed within him, unknown to himself, a sentiment for her that could be described by but one word--love.Page 87
As he moved along he counted the basement windows silently, and at the fifth window he halted.Page 101
since she had been arrested.Page 105
He noticed, with not a little sorrow and regret, that Elizabeth Compton and Harriet Holden always sat apart and that they no longer spoke.Page 106
" "I've had enough to make any man nervous," retorted Bince irritably.