a vagrant land breeze suddenly bellied the flapping sail. The prahu
swung quickly about with nose pointed toward the sea, the sail filled,
and the long, narrow craft shot out of the harbor and sped on over the
dancing waters in the wake of her sisters.
On shore behind them the infuriated Dyaks who had escaped to the beach
danced and shrieked; von Horn, from his hiding place, looked on in
surprised wonder, and Bududreen's lascar cursed the fate that had left
a party of forty head hunters upon the same small island with him.
Smaller and smaller grew the retreating prahu as, straight as an arrow,
she sped toward the dim outline of verdure clad Borneo.
INTO SAVAGE BORNEO
Von Horn cursed the chance that had snatched the girl from him, but he
tried to content himself with the thought that the treasure probably
still rested in the cabin of the Ithaca, where Bududreen was to have
deposited it. He wished that the Dyaks would take themselves off so
that he could board the vessel and carry the chest ashore to bury it
against the time that fate should provide a means for transporting it
In the water below him floated the Ithaca's masts, their grisly burdens
still lashed to their wave swept sides. Bududreen lay there, his
contorted features set in a horrible grimace of death which grinned up
at the man he would have cheated, as though conscious of the fact that
the white man would have betrayed him had the opportunity come, the
while he enjoyed in anticipation the other's disappointment in the loss
of both the girl and the treasure.
The tide was rising now, and presently the Ithaca began to float. No
sooner was it apparent that she was free than the Dyaks sprang into the
water and swam to her side. Like monkeys they scrambled aboard,
swarming below deck in search, thought von Horn, of pillage. He prayed
that they would not discover the chest.
Presently a half dozen of them leaped overboard and swam to the mass of
tangled spars and rigging which littered the beach. Selecting what
they wished they returned to the vessel, and a few minutes later von
Horn was chagrined to see them stepping a jury mast--he thought the
treasure lay in the Ithaca's cabin.
Before dark the vessel moved slowly out of the harbor, setting a course
across the strait in the direction that the war prahus had taken. When
it was apparent that there was no danger that the head hunters would
I was carried ashore, and while the evening meal was being prepared, I wandered to and fro along the rocky, shattered shore.Page 2
I had superintended her construction.Page 11
I shall never forget the hideous expression upon the face of the great Prussian with whom chance confronted me.Page 12
Relentlessly he was rushing me toward the side of the vessel and death.Page 13
to the conning tower.Page 22
Either the sun was rising in the south, or the compass had been tampered with.Page 24
Instead he kept me ironed just as he had been; then he kicked Bradley out of my room and took it all to himself.Page 26
Then I turned my attention to my own business.Page 34
He is scarcely mentioned even by contemporaneous historians--probably because he got into political difficulties on his return to Italy.Page 38
much as to say "I told you so!" "This water is warm," he announced, "and fresh!" I grabbed the bucket and tasted its contents.Page 48
With my glass I could make out a species of large red deer, some antelope and what appeared to be a species of horse; and once I saw the shaggy form of what might have been a monstrous bison.Page 57
From the great inland lake behind us came the hissing and the screaming of countless saurians.Page 59
Evidently her new-found philosophy had tumbled about her ears, for she was seemingly taking herself seriously.Page 61
Not a day passes that one or more of us does not face death at least once.Page 72
It was too dark to do more than this.Page 78
In that word I recognized what to me seemed the most remarkable discovery I had made upon Caprona, for unless it were mere coincidence, I had come upon a word that had been handed down from the beginning of spoken language upon earth, been handed down for millions of years, perhaps, with little change.Page 79
I tried to find some connection between these various races that would explain the universal hope which each of them harbored that some day they would become Galus.Page 82
For a week--a week filled with the terrors and dangers of a primeval world--I pushed on in the direction I thought was south.Page 83
It is cold here today; yet here I sit watching, watching, watching for the thing I know will never come--for a sail.