Leopold's head in his arms. The bishop and the doctor bent
over the limp form. The Princess Emma stood a little apart. She had
leaped from the couch where she had been lying. Her eyes were wide
in horror. Her palms pressed to her cheeks.
It was upon this scene that a hatless, dust-covered man in a red
hunting coat burst through the door that had admitted Maenck. The
man had seen and recognized the conspirator as he climbed to the top
of the limousine and dropped within the cathedral grounds, and he
had followed close upon his heels.
No one seemed to note his entrance. All ears were turned toward the
doctor, who was speaking.
"The king is dead," he said.
Maenck raised himself upon an elbow. He spoke feebly.
"You fools," he cried. "That man was not the king. I saw him steal
the king's clothes at Blentz and I followed him here. He is the
American--the impostor." Then his eyes, circling the faces about him
to note the results of his announcements, fell upon the face of the
man in the red hunting coat. Amazement and wonder were in his face.
Slowly he raised his finger and pointed.
"There is the king," he said.
Every eye turned in the direction he indicated. Exclamations of
surprise and incredulity burst from every lip. The old chancellor
looked from the man in the red hunting coat to the still form of the
man upon the floor in the blood-spattered marriage garments of a
king of Lutha. He let the king's head gently down upon the carpet,
and then he rose to his feet and faced the man in the red hunting
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Before Barney could speak Lieutenant Butzow spoke.
"He is the king, your highness," he said. "I rode with him to
Blentz to free Mr. Custer. Both were wounded in the courtyard in the
fight that took place there. I helped to dress their wounds. The
king was wounded in the breast--Mr. Custer in the left leg."
Prince von der Tann looked puzzled. Again he turned his eyes
questioningly toward the newcomer.
"Is this the truth?" he asked.
Barney looked toward the Princess Emma. In her eyes he could read
the relief that the sight of him alive had brought her. Since she
had recognized the king she had believed that Barney was dead. The
temptation was great--he dreaded losing her, and he feared he would
lose her when her father learned the truth of the deception that had
been practiced upon him. He might lose even
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Through his mind there was running rapidly a train of recollection that carried him far into the depths of the primeval African forest where this huge, man-like beast had fought shoulder to shoulder with him years before.Page 22
The ape lunged against the stout cord that held him.Page 34
Their raids were sudden and swift.Page 43
He knew no fear.Page 57
Chapter 8 A year had passed since the two Swedes had been driven in terror from the savage country where The Sheik held sway.Page 65
At the instant of contact the lad pivoted on one foot, and with all the weight of his body and the strength of his trained muscles drove a clenched fist into the bull's stomach.Page 67
Suddenly a broad grin overspread his face, for a turn of the girl's body had revealed Geeka of the ivory head and the rat.Page 99
For the ape-man.Page 112
Those who know say that the most painful punishment that can be inflicted upon an adult male, short of injuring him, is a good, old fashioned shaking.Page 117
She saw that sweetness and goodness were stamped indelibly upon her countenance.Page 131
Of late there had been no evidence of carnivora in the neighborhood of this drinking place; but Meriem was positive that the bleating of the kid was due to the presence of either lion or panther.Page 151
With an oath he spurred on in the hope of driving the lion from his prey--his rifle was ready in his hand.Page 156
He may be the whole thing in Central Africa but I'm as big as he is in London, and he'll find it out when he comes home.Page 166
She drew in her pony at last and voiced her doubts.Page 182
Now the canoe was within easy speaking distance of the shore.Page 198
saw them running toward the gate.Page 222
The great ocean and the commodious steamship filled her with awe.Page 223
They had been home but a week when Lord Greystoke received a message from his friend of many years, D'Arnot.