that they had crossed. Should she brave the
nervous fright of a passage through that dark, forbidding labyrinth of
gloom when she knew that she should not find the horses within reach
She turned to retrace her steps. She must find another way!
But was there another way? And "Tomorrow they will shoot him!" She
shuddered, bit her lower lip in an effort to command her courage, and
then, wheeling, plunged into the thicket.
Again the cat screamed--close by--but the girl never hesitated in her
advance, and a few moments later she broke through the willows a dozen
paces from the river bank. Her eyes strained through the night; but no
horses were to be seen.
The trail, cut by the hoofs of many animals, ran deep and straight down
into the swirling water. Upon the opposite side Brazos must be feeding
or resting, just beyond reach.
Barbara dug her nails into her palms in the bitterness of her
disappointment. She followed down to the very edge of the water. It
was black and forbidding. Even in the daytime she would not have been
confident of following the ford--by night it would be madness to attempt
She choked down a sob. Her shoulders drooped. Her head bent forward. She
was the picture of disappointment and despair.
"What can I do?" she moaned. "Tomorrow they will shoot him!"
The thought seemed to electrify her.
"They shall not shoot him!" she cried aloud. "They shall not shoot him
while I live to prevent it!"
Again her head was up and her shoulders squared. Tying the hackamore
about her waist, she took a single deep breath of reassurance and
stepped out into the river. For a dozen paces she found no difficulty in
following the ford. It was broad and straight; but toward the center
of the river, as she felt her way along a step at a time, she came to a
place where directly before her the ledge upon which she crossed shelved
off into deep water. She turned upward, trying to locate the direction
of the new turn; but here too there was no footing. Down river she
felt solid rock beneath her feet. Ah! this was the way, and boldly she
stepped out, the water already above her knees. Two, three steps she
took, and with each one her confidence and hope arose, and then the
fourth step--and there was no footing. She felt herself lunging into the
stream, and tried to draw back and regain the ledge; but the force of
the current was too much for her, and, so suddenly it seemed that she
"I know her well.Page 10
" The girl drew back from me with a little exclamation of surprise and disappointment.Page 11
From the engine room companionway came the engineer and stockers, and together we leaped after the balance of the crew and into the hand-to-hand fight that was covering the wet deck with red blood.Page 12
That I should be ground to death between the two was lost upon me as I saw the girl standing alone upon the tug's deck, as I saw the stern high in air and the bow rapidly settling for the final dive, as I saw death from which I could not save her clutching at the skirts of the woman I now knew all too well that I loved.Page 17
He was rather an intelligent fellow of the English middle class, in whom I had much confidence.Page 19
I recognized him as Benson, the man who, Wilson had said, reported having seen Lys with von Schoenvorts two nights before.Page 24
We cruised for a long time, sinking many vessels, all but one by gunfire, but we did not come across a German raider.Page 25
The girl was coming almost at a run--she was at my side immediately.Page 30
From the very slow submergence of the boat I knew that Benson was doing the entire trick alone--that he was merely permitting the diving-tanks to fill and that the diving-rudders were not in use.Page 40
Where were we going? What lay at the end of this great sewer? Had we bidden farewell forever to the sunlight and life, or were there before us dangers even greater than those which we now faced? I tried to keep my mind from vain imagining by calling everything which I observed to the eager ears below.Page 44
at high speed, I gave orders to reduce and moved slowly and majestically through the plunging, hissing mass.Page 45
It gave one a feeling of newness that was almost embarrassing, although it didn't seem to embarrass our appetites.Page 53
So we decided to construct a palisaded camp.Page 58
Life seems a joke, a cruel, grim joke.Page 61
Not a day passes that one or more of us does not face death at least once.Page 63
I let him have everything he asked for, and never once did a suspicion of their intentions enter my mind.Page 66
It was Olson who first recovered from his daze sufficiently to guess the explanation of the phenomenon.Page 69
"I kill! I kill! I kill!" "The she is mine," I replied, "and I have come to claim her.Page 74
They waded in to where the water was about a foot deep and lay down in the mud.Page 87
We are man and wife, and we are content.