would be in the way. He would be a constant embarrassment
to them all, for they would feel that they'd have to be nice to him in
return for what he had done for them. The thought made the mucker sick.
"I'd rather croak," he murmured.
But he didn't "croak"--instead, he waxed stronger, and toward evening
the pangs of hunger and thirst drove him to consider means for escaping
from his hiding place, and searching for food and water.
He waited until after dark, and then he crawled, with utmost difficulty,
from the deep pit. He had heard nothing of the natives since the night
before, and now, in the open, there came to him but the faint sounds of
the village life across the clearing.
Byrne dragged himself toward the trail that led to the spring where poor
Theriere had died. It took him a long time to reach it, but at last he
was successful. The clear, cold water helped to revive and strengthen
him. Then he sought food. Some wild fruit partially satisfied him for
the moment, and he commenced the laborious task of retracing his steps
toward "Manhattan Island."
The trail that he had passed over in fifteen hours as he had hastened to
the rescue of Anthony Harding and Billy Mallory required the better
part of three days now. Occasionally he wondered why in the world he was
traversing it anyway. Hadn't he wanted to die, and leave Barbara free?
But life is sweet, and the red blood still flowed strong in the veins of
"I can go my own way," he thought, "and not bother her; but I'll be
dinged if I want to croak in this God-forsaken hole--Grand Avenue for
mine, when it comes to passing in my checks. Gee! but I'd like to hear
the rattle of the Lake Street 'L' and see the dolls coming down the
station steps by Skidmore's when the crowd comes home from the Loop at
Billy Byrne was homesick. And then, too, his heart was very heavy and
sad because of the great love he had found--a love which he realized was
as hopeless as it was great. He had the memory, though, of the girl's
arms about his neck, and her dear lips crushed to his for a brief
instant, and her words--ah, those words! They would ring in Billy's head
forever: "I love you, Billy, for what you ARE."
And a sudden resolve came into the mucker's mind as he whispered those
words over and over again to himself. "I can't have her," he said. "She
'" Whereupon the storekeeper turned hastily back into his shop, leaving Barney Custer of Beatrice, Nebraska, U.Page 4
Two machines could not have passed upon it.Page 15
" The girl nearly cried out in shocked astonishment as she saw the eyes of the dead king open.Page 34
"Hoist away, Joseph!" whispered the American, and to the girl: "Be brave.Page 37
He would see what lay beyond the turn--perhaps he would find the Old Forest there, after all.Page 42
He rode in just at dark, his pony lathered from hard going.Page 71
As he looked his attention was suddenly riveted upon a sight that sent his heart into his throat.Page 80
" "I shall have to abide by the decision of the majority," replied the old man.Page 106
Instantly Maenck was out of bed, for the first voice had come from the vicinity of the doorway; both could not be Peter's.Page 117
Eyes peered through the night and keen ears listened for any sign of life within.Page 126
He was through! He was upon the open road! Ahead, as far as he could see, there was no sign of any living creature to bar his way, and the frontier could not be more than twenty-five miles away.Page 131
VI A TRAP IS SPRUNG Long before Prince von der Tann reached Lustadt he had come to the conclusion that Leopold was in virtue a prisoner in Blentz.Page 132
"Submit, if necessary, to the humiliation of seeking an Austrian pass through the lines to the castle.Page 153
"They are only trying to frighten us into surrendering--that shot was much too high to have been aimed at us--they are.Page 156
A servant opened the door and they passed into the room.Page 158
"Her highness, the Princess von der Tann, is a guest of Prince Peter.Page 164
A tin box of cigarettes lay beside the lamp.Page 166
" "You will do precisely what I say without further comment," snapped Barney.Page 184
If he gives me such a paper, Emma, will you marry me?" Perhaps there never had been a stranger proposal than this; but to neither did it seem strange.Page 190
Then follow me.