"I must go back there to my father," she said, "and so must you. Our
place is there--God give that we be not too late," and before von Horn
could stop her she turned and ran through the darkness of the jungle in
the direction of the camp.
Von Horn dashed after her, but so black was the night beneath the
overhanging trees, festooned with their dark myriad creepers, that the
girl was out of sight in an instant, and upon the soft carpet of the
rotting vegetation her light footfalls gave no sound.
The doctor made straight for the camp, but Virginia, unused to jungle
trailing even by day, veered sharply to the left. The sounds which had
guided her at first soon died out, the brush became thicker, and
presently she realized that she had no conception of the direction of
the camp. Coming to a spot where the trees were less dense, and a
little moonlight filtered to the ground, she paused to rest and attempt
to regain her bearings.
As she stood listening for some sound which might indicate the
whereabouts of the camp, she detected the noise of a body approaching
through the underbrush. Whether man or beast she could but conjecture
and so she stood with every nerve taut waiting the thing that
floundered heavily toward her. She hoped it might be von Horn, but the
hideous war cries which had apprised her of enemies at the encampment
made her fear that fate might be directing the footsteps of one of
these upon her.
Nearer and nearer came the sound, and the girl stood poised ready to
fly when the dark face of Bududreen suddenly emerged into the moonlight
beside her. With an hysterical cry of relief the girl greeted him.
"Oh, Bududreen," she exclaimed, "what has happened at camp? Where is
my father? Is he safe? Tell me."
The Malay could scarce believe the good fortune which had befallen him
so quickly following the sore affliction of losing the treasure. His
evil mind worked quickly, so that he grasped the full possibilities
that were his before the girl had finished her questioning.
"The camp was attacked by Dyaks, Miss Maxon," he replied. "Many of our
men were killed, but your father escaped and has gone to the ship. I
have been searching for you and Doctor von Horn. Where is he?"
"He was with me but a moment ago. When we heard the cries at camp I
hastened on to discover what calamity had
had features with just a shade more of the human cast about them.Page 7
" But there was no note of censure in his tone.Page 9
The following day Tippet walked as one in a trance.Page 15
Vivid in the mind of each was a picture of Bradley's end, for though neither had witnessed the tragedy, both could imagine almost precisely what had occurred.Page 17
A moment later three men issued from the inclosure and came forward to meet the survivors and listen to the hurried story of the eleven eventful days since they had set out upon their expedition to the barrier cliffs.Page 21
Hanging by their knees from this perch, their heads downward and their bodies wrapped in their huge wings, slept the creatures of the night before--like two great, horrid bats they hung, asleep.Page 22
" "I'm hungry," snapped Bradley.Page 24
"Give me something to eat or I'll be all of that," replied Bradley.Page 26
of paper-making.Page 45
His eyes still rested upon the opening when there shot downward from it to the water below the naked body of a human being which almost immediately rose to the surface again and floated off down the stream.Page 53
Bradley could guess all this by the increased volume of sound and the dismal greetings; but the sudden silence that almost immediately ensued he could not fathom, for he could not know that from beneath one of the hides that covered him protruded one of his heavy army shoes, or that some eighteen large Wieroos with robes either solid red or slashed with red or blue were standing gazing at it.Page 57
The creature raised its sword ready to strike at the first indication of treachery, and Bradley stooped beneath the blade and put his ear close to the gruesome face.Page 59
" And so saying he approached one of the doors that opened onto the skull-paved shelf.Page 62
The little shelf outside the doorway was wet and slippery, the roaring of the water tremendous.Page 63
" "Good!" exclaimed Bradley.Page 66
Not wishing to leave the stream the two waded along its bed to a spot where the gorge widened between perpendicular bluffs to a wooded acre of level land.Page 68
A fierce yearning to seize her and crush her in his arms, swept over him, and then there flashed upon the screen of recollection the picture of a stately hall set amidst broad gardens and ancient trees and of a proud old man with beetling brows--an old man who held his head very high--and Bradley shook his head and turned away again.Page 70
But here in the woods, among the close-set boles, the spreading of their wings proved their undoing--it hindered and stopped them and threw them to the ground, and then Bradley was.Page 74
"Oh!" he ejaculated.Page 79
So belligerent were the natives that it became necessary to fire into them in order to escape their persistent and ferocious attentions.