went wide in incredulity and surprise.
"Do youse know dem guys?" asked the first, and without waiting for a
reply he went on: "Dem's de guys dat beat us up back dere de udder side
o' K. C. Do youse get 'em?"
"Sure?" asked the other.
"Sure, I'd know dem in a t'ous'n'. Le's hand 'em a couple an' beat it,"
and he stooped to pick up a large stone that lay near at hand.
"Cut it!" whispered the second tramp. "Youse don't know dem guys at all.
Dey may be de guys dat beats us up; but dat big stiff dere is more dan
dat. He's wanted in Chi, an' dere's half a t'ou on 'im."
"Who put youse jerry to all dat?" inquired the first tramp, skeptically.
"I was in de still wit 'im--he croaked some guy. He's a lifer. On de way
to de pen he pushes dis dick off'n de rattler an' makes his get-away.
Dat peter-boy we meets at Quincy slips me an earful about him. Here's
w'ere we draws down de five hundred if we're cagey."
"Whaddaya mean, cagey?"
"Why we leaves 'em alone an' goes to de nex' farm an' calls up K. C. an'
tips off de dicks, see?"
"Youse don't tink we'll get any o' dat five hun, do youse, wit de dicks
in on it?"
The other scratched his head.
"No," he said, rather dubiously, after a moment's deep thought; "dey
don't nobody get nothin' dat de dicks see first; but we'll get even with
dese blokes, annyway."
"Maybe dey'll pass us a couple bucks," said the other hopefully. "Dey'd
orter do dat much."
Detective Sergeant Flannagan of Headquarters, Chicago, slouched in a
chair in the private office of the chief of detectives of Kansas City,
Missouri. Sergeant Flannagan was sore. He would have said as much
himself. He had been sent west to identify a suspect whom the Kansas
City authorities had arrested; but had been unable to do so, and had
been preparing to return to his home city when the brilliant aureola of
an unusual piece of excellent fortune had shone upon him for a
moment, and then faded away through the grimy entrance of a basement
He had been walking along the street the previous evening thinking
of nothing in particular; but with eyes and ears alert as becomes a
successful police officer, when he had espied two men approaching upon
the opposite sidewalk.
There was something familiar in the swing of the giant frame of one of
the men. So, true to years of training, Sergeant Flannagan melted into
the shadows of a store
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But you do not understand! It is what we call a smile that moves only the muscles of the face and affects not the light of the eyes--it means hypocrisy and duplicity.Page 19
"Let us be true to our oaths of friendship that we may be honorable in the sight of God in whatever form we conceive Him.Page 27
" The fellow looked scrutinizingly at the two fighters, then turned his face downward toward his fellows.Page 28
Presently one of them tripped the other but in that viselike embrace one could not fall alone--Es-sat dragged Om-at with him, toppling upon the brink of the niche.Page 31
"Come!" said the ape-man, presently, and led the way toward the outer recess.Page 33
Over and over they rolled and now the onlookers saw a brown hand raised above the lion's side--a brown hand grasping a keen blade.Page 35
"Five friends!" shouted Om-at as An-un and his sons discovered them.Page 48
" Om-at, gund of Kor-ul-JA! What wild talk was this? She would have questioned him further, but now he was approaching the Tor-o-don and the.Page 50
The muscles of the Tor-o-don relaxed in death with the last thrust of Tarzan's knife and with its hold upon the ape-man released it shot from sight into the gorge below.Page 55
Pan-at-lee, descended from a long line of hunters, assumed that Tarzan would move up wind and in this direction she sought his tracks, which she soon found well marked, since he had made no effort to conceal them.Page 81
Those at the eastern ends were similar blocks of stone with flat tops and these latter, unlike those at the opposite ends of the ovals were invariably stained or painted a reddish brown, nor did Tarzan need to examine them closely to be assured of what his keen nostrils already had told him--that the brown stains were dried and drying human blood.Page 90
" "In the name of Jad-ben-Otho I command you to speak," said Tarzan.Page 99
A gentle breeze came down from the mountains behind him so that only his ears and his eyes were of value in detecting the presence of danger ahead.Page 122
"Now, Beautiful One!" he cried, and then, "Ja-don! what do you here?" Jane Clayton turned to follow the direction of Lu-don's eyes and there she saw framed in the entrance-way to the apartment the mighty figure of a warrior, upon whose massive features sat an expression of stern and uncompromising authority.Page 143
The gun carriers he directed to take the extra pieces and precede himself and Jane slowly toward the east, waiting for them at the ford about half a mile distant.Page 189
He had scarce taken his place beside the man ere the fellow touched his arm and pointed.Page 198
"Good, Pan-sat!" he exclaimed.Page 219