clubbed his rifle and felled him with a single
A moment later, I had burst into the room beyond. It was empty!
I gazed about, mad with disappointment. Two doors opened from this to
other rooms. I ran to the nearer and listened. Yes, voices were
coming from beyond and one was a woman's, level and cold and filled
with scorn. There was no terror in it. It was Victory's.
I turned the knob and pushed the door inward just in time to see
Menelek seize the girl and drag her toward the far end of the
apartment. At the same instant there was a deafening roar just outside
the palace--a shell had struck much nearer than any of its
predecessors. The noise of it drowned my rapid rush across the room.
But in her struggles, Victory turned Menelek about so that he saw me.
She was striking him in the face with her clenched fist, and now he was
At sight of me, he gave voice to a roar of anger.
"What means this, slave?" he cried. "Out of here! Out of here! Quick,
before I kill you!"
But for answer I rushed upon him, striking him with the butt of the
rifle. He staggered back, dropping Victory to the floor, and then he
cried aloud for the guard, and came at me. Again and again I struck
him; but his thick skull might have been armor plate, for all the
damage I did it.
He tried to close with me, seizing the rifle, but I was stronger than
he, and, wrenching the weapon from his grasp, tossed it aside and made
for his throat with my bare hands. I had not dared fire the weapon for
fear that its report would bring the larger guard stationed at the
farther end of the corridor.
We struggled about the room, striking one another, knocking over
furniture, and rolling upon the floor. Menelek was a powerful man, and
he was fighting for his life. Continually he kept calling for the
guard, until I succeeded in getting a grip upon his throat; but it was
too late. His cries had been heard, and suddenly the door burst open,
and a score of armed guardsmen rushed into the apartment.
Victory seized the rifle from the floor and leaped between me and them.
I had the black emperor upon his back, and both my hands were at his
throat, choking the life from him.
The rest happened in the fraction of
Here they spent nearly a month, during which time Professor Maxon was daily engaged in interviewing officials, English residents and a motley horde of Malays and Chinamen.Page 5
There was never any suggestion of familiarity in his manner; nor in his choice of topics did he ever ignore the fact that she was a young girl.Page 11
"How perfectly weird and mysterious you are.Page 17
3 BEAUTY AND THE BEAST One day, about two weeks later, von Horn and the professor were occupied closely with their work in the court of mystery.Page 21
"We know that the island is uninhabited by others than ourselves, and that there are no dangerous beasts.Page 29
A dozen paces straight through the underbrush, then a sharp turn at right angles for no apparent reason, only to veer again suddenly in a new direction! Thus, turning and twisting, the tortuous way led them toward the south end of the island, until Sing, who was in advance, gave a sharp cry of surprise.Page 30
What could it have been! It was impossible that any of the Malays or lascars could have done the thing, and there were no other creatures, brute or human, upon the island large enough to have coped even for an instant with the ferocious brutality of the dead monster, except--von Horn's brain came to a sudden halt at the thought.Page 40
6 TO KILL! The Rajah Muda Saffir, tiring of the excuses and delays which Bududreen interposed to postpone the fulfillment of his agreement with the former, whereby he was to deliver into the hands of the rajah a certain beautiful maiden, decided at last to act upon his own initiative.Page 53
lascars and Dyaks.Page 64
And both were looking out upon the dismantled wreck of the Ithaca where it lay in the sand near the harbor's southern edge.Page 67
With hands tight pressed against her bosom the girl leaned forward, tense with excitement, watching every move of the lithe, giant figure, as, silhouetted against the brazen tropic sky, it towered above the dancing, shrieking head hunters who writhed beneath the awful lash.Page 70
When it was apparent that there was no danger that the head hunters would return,.Page 97
Looking around he saw the hideous face of Number Ten snarling into his.Page 102
When the truth dawned upon him that he was being killed the instinct of self-preservation was born in him.Page 110
Since Virginia had come to the long-house after her rescue from the ourang outangs, supposedly by von Horn, Rajah Muda Saffir had kept very much out of sight, for he knew that should the girl see him she would recognize him as the man who had stolen her from the Ithaca.Page 118
I have seen one who was cruel to those within his power, yet they were all men with souls.Page 122
The girl read part of the truth in his heavy eyes and worn face, and tried to force him to take needed rest, but she did not guess that he had not slept for four days and nights.Page 126
"Are you mad, child?" "I am not mad," she moaned, "not yet.Page 131
At first the officers held off as though fearing a hostile demonstration, but when they saw the whites among the throng, a command was given to pull in, and a moment later one of the officers stepped ashore.Page 132
" "Gold!" cried the professor.