Captain," he answered. "We should all be
hanged were we caught."
"There will be no danger of that, Bududreen, for there will be no one
to divulge our secret."
"There will be the Professor Maxon," urged the Malay. "Some day he
will escape from the island, and then we shall all hang."
"He will never escape," replied von Horn, "his own creatures will see
to that. They are already commencing to realize the horrible crime he
has committed against them, and when once they are fully aroused there
will be no safety for any of us. If you wish to leave the island at
all it will be best for you to accept my proposal and leave while your
head yet remains upon your shoulders. Were we to suggest to the
professor that he leave now he would not only refuse but he would take
steps to make it impossible for any of us to leave, even to sinking the
Ithaca. The man is mad--quite mad--Bududreen, and we cannot longer
jeopardize our own throats merely to humor his crazy and criminal
The Malay was thinking fast, and could von Horn have guessed what
thoughts raced through the tortuous channels of that semi-barbarous
brain he would have wished himself safely housed in the American prison
where he belonged.
"When do you wish to sail?" asked the Malay.
"Tonight," replied von Horn, and together they matured their plans. An
hour later the second mate with six men disappeared into the jungle
toward the harbor. They, with the three on watch, were to get the
vessel in readiness for immediate departure.
After the evening meal von Horn sat on the verandah with Virginia Maxon
until the Professor came from the workshop to retire for the night. As
he passed them he stopped for a word with von Horn, taking him aside
out of the girl's hearing.
"Have you noticed anything peculiar in the actions of Thirteen?" asked
the older man. "He was sullen and morose this evening, and at times
there was a strange, wild light in his eyes as he looked at me. Can it
be possible that, after all, his brain is defective? It would be
terrible. My work would have gone for naught, for I can see no way in
which I can improve upon him."
"I will go and have a talk with him later," said von Horn, "so if you
hear us moving about in the workshop, or even out here in the campong
think nothing of it. I may take
He almost whistled again; but not quite, since it seemed an unnecessary provocation to disaster to call particular attention to himself at this time.Page 15
Yet even this atrocious deed had been capped by one yet more hideous.Page 19
The youth had halted again, but he now crouched to one side fearing to reveal his presence because of the bloody crime he thought he had committed; yet how he yearned to throw himself upon the compassion of this fine voiced stranger! How his every fibre cried out for companionship in this night of his greatest terror; but he would have let the invisible minstrel pass had not Fate ordained to light the scene at that particular instant with a prolonged flare of sheet lightning, revealing the two wayfarers to one another.Page 25
In his frantic effort to find the button and relight the lamp the worst occurred--he fumbled the button and the lamp slipped through his fingers, falling over the bannister to the floor below.Page 29
" "Who are you?" asked the girl, a note of suppressed terror in her voice.Page 37
They heard it pass across the floor toward the center of the room and then, loud and piercing, there rang out against the.Page 39
"Go on down," said he to Bridge.Page 44
"You're a funny kind of tramp, to be quoting poetry," said The Oskaloosa Kid, "even if it is Knibbs'.Page 52
In the past he had had knowledge of more than one other small-town girl led into wrong doing through the deadly monotony and flagrant hypocrisy of her environment.Page 53
"We've got to beat it!" he whispered; "they've brought Burton himself down here.Page 66
"That little defective will have the whole neighborhood on us in an hour.Page 70
They closed behind him.Page 71
I go feed Beppo, you go get food for us; then we all meet at edge of wood just other side town near old mill.Page 79
Soup Face entangling himself about Bridge's legs succeeded in throwing the latter to the floor while Dirty Eddie kicked viciously at the prostrate man's head.Page 85
" Burton looked his surprise and discomfiture.Page 90
"You won't interrupt me?" "Naw, go on.Page 93
Squibbs' home.Page 99
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