in an angry snarl that exposed
wicked looking fighting fangs, but the beasts did not seem inclined to
initiate hostilities, and as they were unarmed and evidently but
engaged upon their own affairs Bulan decided to withdraw without
arousing them further. As he turned to retrace his steps he found his
three companions gazing in wide-eyed astonishment upon the strange new
creatures which confronted them.
Number Ten was grinning broadly, while Number Three advanced cautiously
toward one of the creatures, making a low guttural noise, that could
only be interpreted as peaceful and conciliatory--more like a feline
purr it was than anything else.
"What are you doing?" cried Bulan. "Leave them alone. They have not
offered to harm us."
"They are like us," replied Number Three. "They must be our own
people. I am going with them."
"And I," said Number Ten.
"And I," echoed Number Twelve. "At last we have found our own, let us
all go with them and live with them, far away from the men who would
beat us with great whips, and cut us with their sharp swords."
"They are not human beings," exclaimed Bulan. "We cannot live with
"Neither are we human beings," retorted Number Twelve. "Has not von
Horn told us so many times?"
"If I am not now a human being," replied Bulan, "I intend to be one,
and so I shall act as a human being should act. I shall not go to live
with savage beasts, nor shall you. Come with me as I tell you, or you
shall again taste the bull whip."
"We shall do as we please," growled Number Ten, baring his fangs. "You
are not our master. We have followed you as long as we intend to. We
are tired of forever walking, walking, walking through the bushes that
tear our flesh and hurt us. Go and be a human being if you think you
can, but do not longer interfere with us or we shall kill you," and he
looked first at Number Three and then at Number Twelve for approval of
Number Three nodded his grotesque and hideous head--he was so covered
with long black hair that he more nearly resembled an ourang outang
than a human being. Number Twelve looked doubtful.
"I think Number Ten is right," he said at last. "We are not human. We
have no souls. We are things. And while you, Bulan, are beautiful,
yet you are as much a soulless thing as we--that much von
I felt something rise in my throat as I looked down upon that radiant vision, and I swore that I should live to avenge her murder.Page 8
She had turned her head during the night so that as I opened my eyes I saw her face not an inch from mine, my lips almost touching hers.Page 10
I saw the helmsman lunge forward upon the wheel, pulling the helm around so that the tug sheered off quickly from her course, and I recall realizing that all our efforts were to be in vain, because of all the men aboard, Fate had decreed.Page 17
The moment the engine started to turn, however, there was a grinding sound of tortured steel, and when it had been stopped, we found that some one had placed a cold-chisel in one of the gears.Page 21
Presently he touched my arm.Page 22
Either the sun was rising in the south, or the compass had been tampered with.Page 25
The cruiser lay dead ahead.Page 33
We took our bearings with our crude and inaccurate instruments; we searched the chart; we cudgeled our brains; and at last it was Bradley who suggested a solution.Page 36
There was absolutely nothing about the body to suggest that it might possibly in life have known a maritime experience.Page 42
A dozen shots rang out as we who were armed drew our pistols and fired at the thing; but though struck several times, it showed no signs of succumbing and only floundered farther aboard the submarine.Page 52
I told him to wait until I gave the word; then we would fire simultaneously, he at the heart and I at the spine.Page 53
If I am not mistaken, it is an Allosaurus of the Upper Jurassic, remains of which have been found in Central Wyoming, in the suburbs of New York.Page 54
This creature and one or two others who appeared to be of a lower order than he, yet higher than that of the apes, carried heavy clubs; the others were armed only with giant muscles and fighting fangs--nature's weapons.Page 57
After dinner we all went on deck and watched the unfamiliar scenes of a Capronian night--that is, all but von Schoenvorts.Page 60
It was he--his name he says is Am, or Ahm--who told us that this country is called Caspak.Page 65
It was Whitely who discovered the first clue--a huge human-like footprint in the soft earth beside the spring, and indications of a struggle in the mud.Page 69
There seemed no one to dispute his claims when he said, or rather shouted, in stentorian tones: "I am Tsa.Page 72
I had laid aside my ammunition-belt and rifle, though both were close beside me; but my pistol I kept in my lap beneath my hand.Page 77
He asked where they were and I told him toward the south somewhere, using the Caspakian phrase which, literally translated, means "toward the beginning.Page 87
With her means of protection gone, Lys was now at the mercy of the hatchet-man; nor was it many hours before he had caught her at the base of the cliff and seized her; but as he bore her triumphantly aloft toward his cave, she had managed to break loose and escape him.