in his pocket--a whole dollar. He had earned it assisting an
automobilist out of a ditch.
"We'll have a swell feed," he had confided to Bridge, "an' sleep in a
bed just to learn how much nicer it is sleepin' out under the black sky
and the shiny little stars."
"You're a profligate, Billy," said Bridge.
"I dunno what that means," said Billy; "but if it's something I
shouldn't be I probably am."
The two went to a rooming-house of which Bridge knew, where they could
get a clean room with a double bed for fifty cents. It was rather a high
price to pay, of course, but Bridge was more or less fastidious, and
he admitted to Billy that he'd rather sleep in the clean dirt of the
roadside than in the breed of dirt one finds in an unclean bed.
At the end of the hall was a washroom, and toward this Bridge made his
way, after removing his coat and throwing it across the foot of the
bed. After he had left the room Billy chanced to notice a folded bit of
newspaper on the floor beneath Bridge's coat. He picked it up to lay
it on the little table which answered the purpose of a dresser when a
single word caught his attention. It was a name: Schneider.
Billy unfolded the clipping and as his eyes took in the heading a
strange expression entered them--a hard, cold gleam such as had not
touched them since the day that he abandoned the deputy sheriff in the
woods midway between Chicago and Joliet.
This is what Billy read:
Billy Byrne, sentenced to life imprisonment in Joliet penitentiary for
the murder of Schneider, the old West Side saloon keeper, hurled himself
from the train that was bearing him to Joliet yesterday, dragging with
him the deputy sheriff to whom he was handcuffed.
The deputy was found a few hours later bound and gagged, lying in the
woods along the Santa Fe, not far from Lemont. He was uninjured. He
says that Byrne got a good start, and doubtless took advantage of it to
return to Chicago, where a man of his stamp could find more numerous and
safer retreats than elsewhere.
There was much more--a detailed account of the crime for the commission
of which Billy had been sentenced, a full and complete description of
Billy, a record of his long years of transgression, and, at last, the
mention of a five-hundred-dollar reward that the authorities had offered
for information that would lead to his arrest.
When Billy had concluded the reading he refolded the paper and
He had little or nothing to do with the men who had.Page 3
They gathered about, asking Paulvitch many questions, and examining his companion.Page 10
His father could scarce repress either a smile or a show of the admiration he felt for the manly course his son had pursued.Page 24
At last came the day that the steamer dropped anchor in the lee of a wooded promontory where a score or more of sheet-iron shacks making an unsightly blot upon the fair face of nature proclaimed the fact that civilization had set its heel.Page 25
A little shiver of anticipation tingled his spine, and then, quite without volition, he found himself gazing into the loving eyes of his mother and the strong face of the father which mirrored, beneath its masculine strength, a love no less than the mother's eyes proclaimed.Page 32
His reverie was broken in upon by the voice of a sentry summoning a non-commissioned officer.Page 35
more renegade Arabs and Negro slaves--a fierce, relentless band of cut-throats.Page 43
There was a sense of stretching of the skin about his ears, for all the world as though those members were flattening back against his skull in preparation for deadly combat.Page 54
the ape lay up while the former recovered from the painful wounds inflicted by the sharp thorns.Page 65
Korak, too, leaped forward to meet the attack; but leaped crouching, beneath the outstretched arms.Page 78
Upon these occasions she usually confined her endeavors to the smaller animals though sometimes she brought down a deer, and once even Horta, the boar--a great tusker that even Sheeta might have thought twice before attacking.Page 113
" "Then I have a plan," said the stranger.Page 130
When Bwana had gone forth to shoot for meat she had always been his enthusiastic companion; but with the coming of the London guests the hunting had deteriorated into mere killing.Page 138
To have his love would be sufficient honor for her--his name he would, naturally, bestow upon one in his own elevated social sphere.Page 151
Korak felt an intuitive urge to rush to her protection.Page 160
Korak could see the man urging something.Page 192
He drew his rifle closer to his side; but he did not cease to paddle.Page 195
"You are wounded.Page 214
"Korak's hair is black and his eyes are gray," she said.Page 217
It was then that Korak heard the distant call of an ape.