Bridge hesitated. "Oh, put me down as L. Bridge," he said.
"Where from?" asked the ranch foreman.
"El Orobo Rancho," answered Bridge.
Grayson shot a quick glance at the man. The answer confirmed his
suspicions that the stranger was probably a horse thief, which, in
Grayson's estimation, was the worst thing a man could be.
"Where did you get that pony you come in on?" he demanded. "I ain't
sayin' nothin' of course, but I jest want to tell you that we ain't got
no use for horse thieves here."
The Easterner, who had been a listener, was shocked by the brutality of
Grayson's speech; but Bridge only laughed.
"If you must know," he said, "I never bought that horse, an' the man he
belonged to didn't give him to me. I just took him."
"You got your nerve," growled Grayson. "I guess you better git out. We
don't want no horse thieves here."
"Wait," interposed the boss. "This man doesn't act like a horse thief.
A horse thief, I should imagine, would scarcely admit his guilt. Let's
have his story before we judge him."
"All right," said Grayson; "but he's just admitted he stole the horse."
Bridge turned to the boss. "Thanks," he said; "but really I did steal
Grayson made a gesture which said: "See, I told you so."
"It was like this," went on Bridge. "The gentleman who owned the horse,
together with some of his friends, had been shooting at me and my
friends. When it was all over there was no one left to inform us who
were the legal heirs of the late owners of this and several other horses
which were left upon our hands, so I borrowed this one. The law would
say, doubtless, that I had stolen it; but I am perfectly willing to
return it to its rightful owners if someone will find them for me."
"You been in a scrap?" asked Grayson. "Who with?"
"A party of Pesita's men," replied Bridge.
"You see they are working pretty close," said Grayson, to his employer,
and then to Bridge: "Well, if you took that cayuse from one of Pesita's
bunch you can't call that stealin'. Your room's in there, back of the
office, an' you'll find some clothes there that the last man forgot to
take with him. You ken have 'em, an' from the looks o' yourn you need
"Thank you," replied Bridge. "My clothes are a bit rusty. I shall have
to speak to James about them," and he passed through into the little
bedroom off the office, and closed the door behind him.
"A white man!" he cried.Page 2
" "You'd better lend me a hand then, my boy," he replied, "for I cannot budge her out of the vertical alone.Page 13
had evidently attracted him to them.Page 14
A fallen log gave me an instant's.Page 19
"Surely they have no counterpart in the earth's history.Page 30
Do you really mean that you do not know that you offended the Beautiful One, and how?" "I do not know, Ghak," I replied.Page 38
But here is the point.Page 40
Benches surrounded this open space upon three sides, and along the fourth were heaped huge bowlders which rose in receding tiers toward the roof.Page 43
It was with difficulty that the girl avoided the first mad rush of the wounded animal.Page 51
As we touched.Page 64
There seemed nothing to do but stand supinely and await my end.Page 65
Human eyes would watch me end.Page 71
"What do you here?" shouted one, and then as he recognized me, "Ho! It is the slave who claims to be from another world--he who escaped when the thag ran amuck within the amphitheater.Page 73
"From where else then did I come? I am not of Pellucidar.Page 75
should indeed have been worried, and as it is I had intended asking you about how you escaped the beast as soon as I had completed the translation of this most interesting passage.Page 97
It was incredible that even a daughter of the Stone Age could be so ungrateful--so heartless; but maybe her heart partook of the qualities of her epoch.Page 110
Perry's experiments in the manufacture of gunpowder and the fashioning of rifles had not progressed as rapidly as we had hoped--there was a whole lot about these two arts which Perry didn't know.Page 111
At the first volley of poison-tipped arrows the front ranks of the gorilla-men crumpled to the ground; but those behind charged over the prostrate forms of their comrades in a wild, mad rush to be upon us with their spears.Page 112
Ghak and I were inclined to think that the Sly One had been guiding this expedition to the land of Sari, where he thought that the book might be found in Perry's possession; but we had no proof of this and so we took him in and treated him as one of us, although none liked him.