which was its shelter. Presently a slow idea was born in
the poor, malformed brain.
The creature approached the shed. He could just reach the saplings
that formed the frame work of the roof. Like a huge sloth he drew
himself to the roof of the structure. From here he could see beyond
the palisade, and the wild freedom of the jungle called to him. He did
not know what it was but in its leafy wall he perceived many breaks and
openings that offered concealment from the creatures who were plotting
to take his life.
Yet the wall was not fully six feet from him, and the top of it at
least five feet above the top of the shed--those who had designed the
campong had been careful to set this structure sufficiently far from
the palisade to prevent its forming too easy an avenue of escape.
The creature glanced fearfully toward the workshop. He remembered the
cruel bull whip that always followed each new experiment on his part
that did not coincide with the desires of his master, and as he thought
of von Horn a nasty gleam shot his mismated eyes.
He tried to reach across the distance between the roof and the
palisade, and in the attempt lost his balance and nearly precipitated
himself to the ground below. Cautiously he drew back, still looking
about for some means to cross the chasm. One of the saplings of the
roof, protruding beyond the palm leaf thatch, caught his attention.
With a single wrench he tore it from its fastenings. Extending it
toward the palisade he discovered that it just spanned the gap, but he
dared not attempt to cross upon its single slender strand.
Quickly he ripped off a half dozen other poles from the roof, and
laying them side by side, formed a safe and easy path to freedom. A
moment more and he sat astride the top of the wall. Drawing the poles
after him, he dropped them one by one to the ground outside the
campong. Then he lowered himself to liberty.
Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran, lumberingly, into the
jungle. He would not leave evidence of the havoc he had wrought; the
fear of the bull whip was still strong upon him. The green foliage
closed about him and the peaceful jungle gave no sign of the horrid
brute that roamed its shadowed mazes.
As von Horn stepped into the campong his quick eye perceived the havoc
that had been wrought
But what of Alice, and that other little life so soon to be launched amidst the hardships and grave dangers of a primeval world? The man shuddered as he meditated upon the awful gravity, the fearful helplessness, of their situation.Page 19
For some time after regaining her senses, Alice gazed wonderingly about the interior of the little cabin, and then, with a satisfied sigh, said: "O, John, it is so good to be really home! I have had an awful dream, dear.Page 30
an instant, but that instant was quite long enough to prove his undoing.Page 54
She did not run; but, after the manner of her kind when not aroused, sought rather to avoid than to escape.Page 60
Few were his primitive pleasures, but the greatest of these was to hunt and kill, and so he accorded to others the right to cherish the same desires as he, even though he himself might be the object of their hunt.Page 80
No other sound did he utter nor was there any creature in sight about him.Page 90
He knew by their threatening gestures and by the expression upon their evil faces that they were enemies of the others of the party, and so he decided to watch closely.Page 93
Then, squatting upon his haunches, he proceeded to eat, first motioning Clayton to join him.Page 101
Philander, never before in my life have I known one of these animals to be permitted to roam at large from its cage.Page 105
"How sad!" exclaimed Mr.Page 121
His thoughts were of the beautiful white girl.Page 129
" "What do you mean, Monsieur?" asked the officer.Page 131
One man went mad and leaped overboard.Page 142
Lieutenant Charpentier ordered a clearing made and a circular abatis of underbrush constructed about the camp.Page 150
The natives in the field dropped their implements and broke madly for the palisade.Page 166
If he belonged to some savage tribe he had a savage wife--a dozen of them perhaps--and wild, half-caste children.Page 169
" "No, my friend," returned D'Arnot, "you need not worry about money, nor need you work for it.Page 177
It will be foolhardy enough if you go forth by day.Page 185
He told me as much before I left Baltimore.Page 190
"Suppose I should ask him?" ventured Tarzan.