and filled his lungs with the sweet,
pure air of freedom. He was a new man. The wound in his breast was
forgotten. Lightly he touched his spurs to the hunter's sides.
Tossing his head and curveting, the animal broke into a long, easy
trot. Where the road dipped into the ravine and down through the
village to the valley the rider drew his restless mount into a walk;
but, once in the valley, he let him out. Barney took the short road
to Lustadt. It would cut ten miles off the distance that the main
wagonroad covered, and it was a good road for a horseman. It should
bring him to Lustadt by one o'clock or a little after. The road
wound through the hills to the east of the main highway, and was
scarcely more than a trail where it crossed the Ru River upon a
narrow bridge that spanned the deep mountain gorge that walls the Ru
for ten miles through the hills.
When Barney reached the river his hopes sank. The bridge was
gone--dynamited by the Austrians in their retreat. The nearest
bridge was at the crossing of the main highway over ten miles to the
southwest. There, too, the river might be forded even if the
Austrians had destroyed that bridge also; but here or elsewhere in
the hills there could be no fording--the banks of the Ru were
The misfortune would add nearly twenty miles to his journey--he
could not now hope to reach Lustadt before late in the afternoon.
Turning his horse back along the trail he had come, he retraced his
way until he reached a narrow bridle path that led toward the
southwest. The trail was rough and indistinct, yet he pushed
forward, even more rapidly than safety might have suggested. The
noble beast beneath him was all loyalty and ambition.
"Take it easy, old boy," whispered Barney into the slim, pointed
ears that moved ceaselessly backward and forward, "you'll get your
chance when we strike the highway, never fear."
And he did.
So unexpected had been Maenck's entrance into the room in the east
transept, so sudden his attack, that it was all over before a hand
could be raised to stay him. At the report of his revolver the king
sank to the floor. At almost the same instant Lieutenant Butzow
whipped a revolver from beneath his tunic and fired at the assassin.
Maenck staggered forward and stumbled across the body of the king.
Butzow was upon him instantly, wresting the revolver from his
fingers. Prince Ludwig ran to the king's side and, kneeling there,
"It is so plain to all that he worships you," she replied.Page 9
" "I have already lost her," admitted Djor Kantos ruefully.Page 15
She had never driven through the clouds.Page 22
With utmost caution she crept warily toward the crest of the hill, taking advantage of every natural screen that the landscape afforded to conceal her approach from possible observers ahead, while momentarily she cast quick glances rearward lest she be taken by surprise from that quarter.Page 25
When all had been thus fastened to the rope one of the warriors commenced to pull and tug at the loose end as though attempting to drag the headless company toward the tower, while the other went among them with a long, light whip with which he flicked them upon the naked skin.Page 39
"I do not know what you mean; but do it again, I like it.Page 41
"That noise you made which you called song pleased me," he whispered, "and I will repay you by warning you not to antagonize these kaldanes.Page 58
It was then that the catastrophe occurred--a catastrophe indeed to the crew of the Vanator and the kingdom of Gathol.Page 71
Already the horrid hypnotic gaze of the king kaldane had seized upon the eyes of Gahan.Page 95
The length of the room ran an arched ceiling ablaze with countless radium bulbs.Page 100
"To the pits until the next games," replied O-Tar.Page 113
They reached their own cell without detection, and closing the door Tara locked it from the inside and placed the key in a secret pocket in her harness.Page 122
Turan noted the magnificence of the interior architecture of the palace, the lavish expenditure of precious jewels and metals, the gorgeous mural decorations which depicted almost exclusively martial scenes, and principally duels which seemed to be fought upon jetan boards of heroic size.Page 125
"There be yet another to be judged.Page 127
I owe them this debt.Page 169
Now indeed were they in a sorry plight, for should the searchers have information leading them to this room they were lost.Page 186
Should O-Tar die they would turn her over to the warriors and the male slaves, for there would be none to avenge her.Page 187
Come! he may revive at any moment and he must not find us here.Page 190
may transpire, in the knowledge that there is yet a way and that if all goes well we shall be freed at last.Page 202
upon the head of each piece, according to its value, and for each piece that a player loses he pays its value to his opponent.