us well. So I believe that it would be better were we to keep forever
from the sight of men. I do not much like the thought of living with
these strange, hairy monsters, but we might find a place here in the
jungle where we could live alone and in peace."
"I do not want to live alone," cried Number Three. "I want a mate, and
I see a beautiful one yonder now. I am going after her," and with that
he again started toward a female ourang outang; but the lady bared her
fangs and retreated before his advance.
"Even the beasts will have none of us," cried Number Ten angrily. "Let
us take them by force then," and he started after Number Three.
"Come back!" shouted Bulan, leaping after the two deserters.
As he raised his voice there came an answering cry from a little
distance ahead--a cry for help, and it was in the agonized tones of a
"I am coming!" shouted Bulan, and without another glance at his
mutinous crew he sprang through the line of menacing ourang outangs.
On the morning that Bulan set out with his three monsters from the
deserted long-house in which they had spent the night, Professor
Maxon's party was speeding up the river, constantly buoyed with hope by
the repeated reports of natives that the white girl had been seen
passing in a war prahu.
In translating this information to Professor Maxon, von Horn habitually
made it appear that the girl was in the hands of Number Thirteen, or
Bulan, as they had now come to call him owing to the natives' constant
use of that name in speaking of the strange, and formidable white giant
who had invaded their land.
At the last long-house below the gorge, the head of which had witnessed
Virginia Maxon's escape from the clutches of Ninaka and Barunda, the
searching party was forced to stop owing to a sudden attack of fever
which had prostrated the professor. Here they found a woman who had a
strange tale to relate of a remarkable sight she had witnessed that
It seemed that she had been straining tapioca in a little stream which
flowed out of the jungle at the rear of the long-house when her
attention was attracted by the crashing of an animal through the bushes
a few yards above her. As she looked she saw a huge MIAS PAPPAN cross
the stream, bearing in his arms the dead, or unconscious form of a
white-skinned girl with golden hair.
I saw no harm in taking part in it, especially as I knew nothing of the supposititious purpose of the cruise until just before we reached Honolulu.Page 41
He noticed that she shrank from him in disgust and terror; but what surprised him was that instead of the thrill of pride which he formerly would have felt at this acknowledgment of his toughness, for Billy prided himself on being a tough, he now felt a singular resentment against the girl for her attitude, so that he came to hate her even more than he had before hated.Page 50
Wot youse ought to get is croaked an' den dere wouldn't be nothin' to bother any of us.Page 73
"Wot was it?" he whimpered.Page 79
By standing on tiptoe and pulling herself up a trifle with her hands upon the sill she was able to raise her eyes above the bottom of the window frame.Page 95
"Ain't dat boob croaked yet?" he growled.Page 117
The samurai turned restlessly, and then, with a start, sat up with wide-open eyes.Page 119
Two were buried in his chest and one in his abdomen.Page 124
Then he crawled on again up to the top, and staggering to his feet made his way cautiously toward the two huts.Page 133
Greedily she read and re-read all that had been written about him.Page 134
The servant left him standing in the hallway, and started to ascend the great staircase, but halfway up he met Miss Harding coming down.Page 143
Billy Byrne was appalled at the thought of remaining for life within the grim stone walls of a prison.Page 198
"I can't say that I blame him much, Barbara," he replied.Page 200
Hold on!" he exclaimed as though seized by a sudden inspiration.Page 205
Placing the tools in one of the sacks he wrapped the whole in the second sack and made his way back to the bank building.Page 215
He's the one you picked out for me to ride while I am here; but I am sure poor Mr.Page 219
The more so as it was directly in line with suspicions which he himself had been nursing since the robbery.Page 227
Do you get me, bo?" From the mixture of Spanish and English and Granavenooish the sergeant gleaned enough of the intent of his commander to permit him to salute and admit that he understood what was required of him.Page 242
Inch by inch she won toward the shore of her desire, and inch by inch of her progress she felt her strength failing.Page 271
"Cease firing! His ammunition is gone.