as the two faced each other.
"We have him," replied Coblich. "But we had the devil's own time
getting him. Stein was killed and Maenck and I both wounded, and all
morning we have spent the time hiding from troopers who seemed to be
searching for us. Only fifteen minutes since did we reach the
hiding-place that you instructed us to use. But we have him, your
highness, and he is in such a state of cowardly terror that he is
ready to agree to anything, if you will but spare his life and set
him free across the border."
"It is too late for that now, Coblich," replied Peter. "There is but
one way that Leopold of Lutha can serve me now, and that is--dead.
Were his corpse to be carried into the cathedral of Lustadt before
noon today, and were those who fetched it to swear that the king was
killed by the impostor after being dragged from the hospital at
Tafelberg where you and Maenck had located him, and from which you
were attempting to rescue him, I believe that the people would tear
our enemies to pieces. What say you, Coblich?"
The other stared at Peter of Blentz for several seconds while the
atrocity of his chief's plan filtered through his brain.
"My God!" he exclaimed at last. "You mean that you wish me to
murder Leopold with my own hands?"
"You put it too crudely, my dear Coblich," replied the other.
"I cannot do it," muttered Coblich. "I have never killed a man in
my life. I am getting old. No, I could never do it. I should not
"If it is not done, Coblich, and Leopold comes into his own," said
Peter slowly, "you will be caught and hanged higher than Haman. And
if you do not do it, and the impostor is crowned today, then you
will be either hanged officially or knifed unofficially, and without
any choice in the matter whatsoever. Nothing, Coblich, but the dead
body of the true Leopold can save your neck. You have your choice,
therefore, of letting him live to prove your treason, or letting him
die and becoming chancellor of Lutha."
Slowly Coblich turned toward the door. "You are right," he said,
"but may God have mercy on my soul. I never thought that I should
have to do it with my own hands."
So saying he left the room and a moment later Peter of Blentz smiled
as he heard the pounding of a horse's hoofs upon the pavement
Then the Regent entered the room he had
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There was but one escape from the horrors of such a curse--the death of its author; and when Bududreen discovered that they had reached this point, and were even discussing the method of procedure, he added all that was needed to the dangerously smouldering embers of bloody mutiny by explaining that should anything happen to the white men he would become sole owner of their belongings, including the heavy chest, and that the reward of each member of the crew would be generous.Page 50
Whether man or beast she could but conjecture and so she stood with every nerve taut waiting the thing that floundered heavily toward her.Page 58
With the recollection came a sudden loathing and hatred of this and the other creatures of his unholy experimentations.Page 62
The storm had ceased and as the daylight brought the surroundings to view Number Thirteen became aware that he was not alone in the campong.Page 63
The young man walked quickly to where they stood eyeing him sullenly.Page 72
On their return Sing was setting the table on the verandah for the evening meal.Page 90
half closed eyes, apparently oblivious to all that passed before him.Page 93
We have no souls.Page 95
It was the hideous Number Three.Page 96
in mad pursuit of a female ourang outang, and an instant later he saw Number Twelve and Number Ten in battle with two males, while beyond he heard the voice of a man shouting encouragement to some one as he dashed through the jungle.Page 98
"Oh, Sing," she cried, "where have you been? We were all so worried to think that no sooner was one of us rescued than another became lost.Page 103
He thought that he must indeed be dying, for how could one who suffered so revive? But at last he managed to stagger to his feet, and finally to reach the stream along which he had been travelling earlier in the day.Page 108
When Ninaka had disappeared down the river trail Bulan lay speculating upon the strange actions he had witnessed.Page 109
The thing which the chief demurred to had occurred to Muda Saffir even as he walked back from the river after conversing with the two Dyak messengers.Page 115
Many of the pieces were large, weighing twenty and thirty pounds, and some even as much as fifty.Page 121
she did not know whether to be angry, or frightened, or glad of the truth that she read there; or mortified that it had awakened in her a realization that possibly an analysis of her own interest in this young stranger might reveal more than she had imagined.Page 124
The thing that puzzled her most was the repetition of a number and a name which ran through all his delirium--"Nine ninety nine Priscilla.Page 126
A faltering step she took toward it, and then to the horror of her father she sank upon her knees beside it and lifting the man's head in her arms covered the face with kisses.Page 128
You no makee fine young man like Blulan--you know lat, Mlaxon.