English, and, after a fashion, reasoned in a
crude sort of way. These were by far the most dangerous, for as the
power of comparison is the fundamental principle of reasoning, so they
were able to compare their lot with that of the few other men they had
seen, and with the help of von Horn to partially appreciate the
horrible wrong that had been done them.
Von Horn, too, had let them know the identity of their creator, and
thus implanted in their malformed brains the insidious poison of
revenge. Envy and jealousy were there as well, and hatred of all
beings other than themselves. They envied the ease and comparative
beauty of the old professor and his assistant, and hated the latter for
the cruelty of the bull whip and the constant menace of the ever ready
revolver; and so as they were to them the representatives of the great
human world of which they could never be a part, their envy and
jealousy and hatred of these men embraced the entire race which they
It was such that Number Thirteen faced as he emerged from the
"What do you want here?" he said, addressing Number Twelve, who stood a
little in advance of the others.
"We have come for Maxon," growled the creature. "We have been penned
up long enough. We want to be out here. We have come to kill Maxon
and you and all who have made us what we are."
"Why do you wish to kill me?" asked the young man. "I am one of you.
I was made in the same way that you were made."
Number Twelve opened his mismated eyes in astonishment.
"Then you have already killed Maxon?" he asked.
"No. He was wounded by a savage enemy. I have been helping to make
him well again. He has wronged me as much as he has you. If I do not
wish to kill him, why should you? He did not mean to wrong us. He
thought that he was doing right. He is in trouble now and we should
stay and protect him."
"He lies," suddenly shouted another of the horde. "He is not one of
us. Kill him! Kill him! Kill Maxon, too, and then we shall be as
other men, for it is these men who keep us as we are."
The fellow started forward toward Number Thirteen as he spoke, and
moved by the impulse of imitation the others came on with
Billy could imagine the white hands and polished nails of him.Page 40
I had the chance to bawl you out today, and I thought that you would understand that I was but taking advantage of the opportunity which it afforded to make it plain to Miss Harding that there could be nothing other than hatred between us--it might have come in pretty handy later to have her believe that.Page 44
"The fellow is in a blue funk," thought the second mate; "I did not misjudge him--like all his kind he is a coward at heart.Page 69
Silently the party retraced its steps up the cliff.Page 87
" "But you!" cried the girl.Page 94
From appearances it seemed that either might breathe his last at any moment, and as she looked at Theriere a wave of compassion swept over her, and the tears welled to her eyes; yet it was to the mucker that she first ministered--why, she could not for the life of her have explained.Page 96
Theriere reached up and took Byrne's hand.Page 106
Byrne," she said, "is to learn to speak correctly.Page 109
I had to do it for your sake--I'm sorry you saw it.Page 112
"Wait!" whispered the girl.Page 131
Then came the fourth round.Page 140
I just see him.Page 164
He's a lifer.Page 174
An hour later they were speeding south on the Missouri Pacific.Page 183
"He fly.Page 208
He awakened, with a start, out of a sound sleep, though no disturbing noise had reached his ears.Page 225
Will you do it?" "I will try," said the Indian, and.Page 242
They would find her body; but no one would ever guess what had driven her to her death.Page 250
He was standing directly in the doorway--a single step would carry him out of range of Byrne's gun, placing a wall between it and him, and Grayson was not slow in taking that step.Page 264
It's a long hike, Barbara, but we gotta make it--we gotta, for if daylight finds us in the Piman country we won't never make it.