other fellow at least as
soon as the other fellow saw him. The other fellow being more often
than not a large gentleman with a bit of shiny metal pinned to his left
"That guy's a tight one," said Billy, jerking his hand in the direction
of the guardian of the free lunch. "I scoops up about a good, square
meal for a canary bird, an' he makes me cough up half of it. Wants to
know if I t'ink I can go into the restaurant business on a fi'-cent
schooner of suds."
"Well, you didn't do so badly at that," he said. "I know places where
they'd indict you for grand larceny if you took much more than you have
"Rotten beer," commented Billy.
"Always is rotten down here," replied Bridge. "I sometimes think they
put moth balls in it so it won't spoil."
Billy looked up and smiled. Then he raised his tall glass before him.
"Here's to," he started; but he got no further. His eyes traveling
past his companion fell upon the figure of a large man entering the low
At the same instant the gentleman's eyes fell upon Billy. Recognition
lit those of each simultaneously. The big man started across the room on
a run, straight toward Billy Byrne.
The latter leaped to his feet. Bridge, guessing what had happened, rose
"Flannagan!" he exclaimed.
The detective was tugging at his revolver, which had stuck in his hip
pocket. Byrne reached for his own weapon. Bridge laid a hand on his arm.
"Not that, Billy!" he cried. "There's a door behind you. Here," and he
pulled Billy backward toward the doorway in the wall behind them.
Byrne still clung to his schooner of beer, which he had transferred to
his left hand as he sought to draw his gun. Flannagan was close to them.
Bridge opened the door and strove to pull Billy through; but the latter
hesitated just an instant, for he saw that it would be impossible to
close and bar the door, provided it had a bar, before Flannagan would be
against it with his great shoulders.
The policeman was still struggling to disentangle his revolver from the
lining of his pocket. He was bellowing like a bull--yelling at Billy
that he was under arrest. Men at the tables were on their feet. Those at
the bar had turned around as Flannagan started to run across the floor.
Now some of them were moving in the direction of the detective and
his prey, but whether from curiosity or with sinister intentions it is
difficult to say.
One thing, however,
Djor Kantos had seemed to accept the matter in the same way.Page 44
You have no right to keep me and I demand that you liberate me at once.Page 45
His name would.Page 51
"But how could I if you were always with me?" she asked.Page 65
Of the number, the kind, or the disposition of her captors he knew nothing; nor did he care--for Tara of Helium he would face a hostile world alone.Page 71
"Strike him down, Ghek!" commanded the king.Page 75
Tara of Helium was both angered and vexed.Page 82
"If we could but lay aside our stomachs when they cried for food and water I have no doubt but that we should do so.Page 98
I ask only the treatment that my people would accord you or yours.Page 103
If Ghek could have smiled he would have then, for Ghek could see as well in the dark as in the light--better, perhaps.Page 109
If thou be such then maybe U-Van suffered from thy forbidden powers.Page 112
The first door they tried was unlatched, and through this the two bore their grisly burden into a small room lighted by a single window.Page 124
"U-Thor forgets," he cried, "that O-Tar is the jeddak.Page 131
Tell me, Princess, why you denied me.Page 140
She fears not even O-Tar.Page 142
You will go tomorrow to the keeper of the Towers and enlist in that game for which the girl is to be the stake, telling the keeper that you are from Manataj, the farthest city of Manator.Page 143
The name of each must be recorded as well as the position he was to play and the game or games in which he was to be entered, and then there were the substitutes for each that was entered in more than a single game--one for each additional game that an individual was entered for, that no succeeding game might be delayed by the death or disablement of a player.Page 167
He had found the ancient sleeping silks and furs too far gone to be of any service, crumbling to powder at a touch, thus removing any chance of making a comfortable bed for the girl, and so the two sat together, talking in low tones, of the adventures through which they already had passed and speculating upon the future; planning means of escape and hoping Tasor would not be long gone.Page 169
Now indeed were they in a sorry plight, for should the searchers have information leading them to this room they were lost.Page 171
" Simultaneously there came from behind the hangings beyond the grewsome dead a hollow moan followed by a piercing scream, and the hangings shook and bellied before their eyes.