had not killed Schneider. He had been nowhere near the
old fellow's saloon at the time of the holdup; but Sheehan, who had been
arrested and charged with the crime, was an old enemy of Billy's, and
Sheehan had seen a chance to divert some of the suspicion from himself
and square accounts with Byrne at the same time.
The new Billy Byrne was ready to accept at face value everything which
seemed to belong in any way to the environment of that exalted realm
where dwelt the girl he loved. Law, order, and justice appeared to Billy
in a new light since he had rubbed elbows with the cultured and refined.
He no longer distrusted or feared them. They would give him what he
sought--a square deal.
It seemed odd to Billy that he should be seeking anything from the law
or its minions. For years he had waged a perpetual battle with both. Now
he was coming back voluntarily to give himself up, with every conviction
that he should be exonerated quickly. Billy, knowing his own innocence,
realizing his own integrity, assumed that others must immediately
"First," thought Billy, "I'll go take a look at little old Grand Ave.,
then I'll give myself up. The trial may take a long time, an' if it does
I want to see some of the old bunch first."
So Billy entered an "L" coach and leaning on the sill of an open
window watched grimy Chicago rattle past until the guard's "Granavenoo"
announced the end of his journey.
Maggie Shane was sitting on the upper step of the long flight of stairs
which lean precariously against the scarred face of the frame residence
upon the second floor front of which the lares and penates of the Shane
family are crowded into three ill-smelling rooms.
It was Saturday and Maggie was off. She sat there rather disconsolate
for there was a dearth of beaux for Maggie, none having arisen to fill
the aching void left by the sudden departure of "Coke" Sheehan since
that worthy gentleman had sought a more salubrious clime--to the
consternation of both Maggie Shane and Mr. Sheehan's bondsmen.
Maggie scowled down upon the frowsy street filled with frowsy women and
frowsy children. She scowled upon the street cars rumbling by with their
frowsy loads. Occasionally she varied the monotony by drawing out her
chewing gum to wondrous lengths, holding one end between a thumb and
finger and the other between her teeth.
Presently Maggie spied a rather pleasing figure sauntering up the
sidewalk upon her side of the street. The man was too far
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The snapping of a twig aroused Brady out of a dead sleep, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that it was broad daylight and that at twenty paces from him stood a huge lion.Page 15
There was no evidence of a struggle.Page 19
Presently, far below and ahead, he saw the waters of the inland sea, and a moment later he was borne over them.Page 23
By daylight the city appeared even more remarkable than in the moonlight, though less weird and unreal.Page 24
The Wieroo looked puzzled.Page 38
"I was young and strong when they brought me here.Page 39
He discovered why he had seen no babes or children among the Caspakian tribes with which he had come in contact; why each more northerly tribe evinced a higher state of development than those south of them; why each tribe included individuals ranging in physical and mental characteristics from the highest of the next lower race to the lowest of the next higher, and why the women of each tribe immersed themselves each morning for an hour or more in the warm pools near which the habitations of their people always were located; and, too, he discovered why those pools were almost immune from the attacks of carnivorous animals and reptiles.Page 44
Time and again his hand touched them and never for an instant could he be sure that at the next step some gruesome thing might not attack him.Page 51
You saw, and you must die!" he ended with a scream as he rushed upon the girl.Page 57
If we don't get out of here though, we'll die right enough.Page 60
She told him that the Wieroos seldom frequented these lower passages, as the air here was too chill for them; but occasionally they came, and as they could see quite as well by night as by day, they would be sure to discover Bradley and the girl.Page 62
There could be but one explanation--they had reached a waterfall in the river, and if the corridor actually terminated here, their escape was effectually cut off, since it was quite evidently impossible to follow the bed of the river and ascend the falls.Page 65
"The murderers are abroad," whispered the girl.Page 68
her announcement of her love for An-Tak.Page 80
"They are Galus," cried Co-Tan; "they are my own people.Page 83
Of the Allies there were only Tippet and James to be mourned, and no one mourned any of the Germans dead nor Benson, the traitor, whose ugly story was first told in Bowen Tyler's manuscript.Page 85
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