Out there somewhere along the sea a ship is waiting patiently,
While up the beach the bubbles slip with white afloat between.
"Gee!" thought Billy Byrne; "but that's great stuff. I wonder where he
gets it. It makes me want to hike until I find that place he's singin'
Billy's thoughts were interrupted by a sound in the wood to one side of
him. As he turned his eyes in the direction of the slight noise which
had attracted him he saw two men step quietly out and cross toward the
man at the camp fire.
These, too, were evidently hobos. Doubtless pals of the poetical one.
The latter did not hear them until they were directly behind him. Then
he turned slowly and rose as they halted beside his fire.
"Evenin', bo," said one of the newcomers.
"Good evening, gentlemen," replied the camper, "welcome to my humble
home. Have you dined?"
"Naw," replied the first speaker, "we ain't; but we're goin' to. Now can
the chatter an' duck. There ain't enough fer one here, let alone
three. Beat it!" and the man, who was big and burly, assumed a menacing
attitude and took a truculent step nearer the solitary camper.
The latter was short and slender. The larger man looked as though
he might have eaten him at a single mouthful; but the camper did not
"You pain me," he said. "You induce within me a severe and highly
localized pain, and furthermore I don't like your whiskers."
With which apparently irrelevant remark he seized the matted beard of
the larger tramp and struck the fellow a quick, sharp blow in the face.
Instantly the fellow's companion was upon him; but the camper retained
his death grip upon the beard of the now yelling bully and continued to
rain blow after blow upon head and face.
Billy Byrne was an interested spectator. He enjoyed a good fight as he
enjoyed little else; but presently when the first tramp succeeded in
tangling his legs about the legs of his chastiser and dragging him to
the ground, and the second tramp seized a heavy stick and ran forward to
dash the man's brains out, Billy thought it time to interfere.
Stepping forward he called aloud as he came: "Cut it out, boes! You
can't pull off any rough stuff like that with this here sweet singer.
Can it! Can it!" as the second tramp raised his stick to strike the now
As he spoke Billy Byrne broke into a run, and as the stick fell he
reached the man's side and swung a blow
"It will be seven hundred feet, Perry," I said, "by the time you can turn her into the horizontal.Page 5
Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness.Page 7
The very fact, as Perry took pains to explain, of the blasting of several very exact and learned scientific hypotheses made it apparent that we could not know what lay before us within the bowels of the earth, and so we might continue to hope for the best, at least until we were dead--when hope would no longer be essential to our happiness.Page 8
For an hour I battled against the cruelly enveloping death that surrounded me upon all sides.Page 11
However I am willing to concede that we actually may be in another world from that which we have always known.Page 16
Never have I experienced such a journey before or since--even now I oftentimes awake from a deep sleep haunted by the.Page 23
Their arms and necks were encircled by many ornaments of metal--silver predominating--and on their tunics were sewn the heads of tiny reptiles in odd and rather artistic designs.Page 28
Hooja did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near me.Page 39
At one step we may carry them from the Age of Stone to the twentieth century.Page 42
It is not the occasional member of its species that is a man hunter--all are man hunters; but they do not confine their foraging to man alone,.Page 49
The huge, snakelike body coiled and uncoiled about its prey.Page 53
In fact three-fourths of the education of the young male Mezop consists in familiarizing himself with these jungle avenues, and the status of an adult is largely determined by the number of trails which he can follow upon his own island.Page 66
A glance over my shoulder showed me the sithic engaged in pawing at the spear stuck through his lower jaw, and so busily engaged did he remain in this occupation that I had gained the safety of the cliff top before he was ready to take up the pursuit.Page 72
the riddle of my return, for riddle they still considered it.Page 82
"Very well," I said, "you may come with us, Hooja; but at the first intimation of treachery I shall run my sword through you.Page 98
He still was too far off to distinguish his features.Page 102
God, how I loved that beautiful, disdainful, tantalizing, prehistoric girl! After we had eaten again I asked Dian if she intended returning to her tribe now that Jubal was dead, but she shook her head sadly, and said that she did not dare, for there was still Jubal's brother to be considered--his oldest brother.Page 103
"I shall leave you NOW," I said haughtily, "I have had quite enough of your ingratitude and your insults," and then I turned and strode majestically down toward the valley.Page 111
He went over all the machinery carefully.Page 115
It would be unfortunate should anything of that sort happen now that I am so nearly ready to depart.