crept forward in the shadows. Behind
them a matter of a hundred yards stood a little clump of horses and with
them were the figures of more men. These waited in silence. The other
three crept toward the house. It was such a ranchhouse as you might find
by the scores or hundreds throughout Texas. Grayson, evidently, or some
other Texan, had designed it. There was nothing Mexican about it, nor
anything beautiful. It stood two storied, verandaed and hideous, a blot
upon the soil of picturesque Mexico.
To the roof of the veranda clambered the three prowlers, and across it
to an open window. The window belonged to the bedroom of Miss Barbara
Harding. Here they paused and listened, then two of them entered the
room. They were gone for but a few minutes. When they emerged they
showed evidences, by their gestures to the third man who had awaited
outside, of disgust and disappointment.
Cautiously they descended as they had come and made their way back to
those other men who had remained with the horses. Here there ensued a
low-toned conference, and while it progressed Barbara Harding reached
forth a steady hand which belied the terror in her soul and plucked the
revolver from Eddie Shorter's lap. Eddie slept on.
Again on tiptoe the girl recrossed the office to the locked door leading
into the back room. The key was in the lock. Gingerly she turned it,
keeping a furtive eye upon the sleeping guard, and the muzzle of his own
revolver leveled menacingly upon him. Eddie Shorter stirred in his sleep
and raised a hand to his face. The heart of Barbara Harding ceased to
beat while she stood waiting for the man to open his eyes and discover
her; but he did nothing of the kind. Instead his hand dropped limply at
his side and he resumed his regular breathing.
The key turned in the lock beneath the gentle pressure of her fingers,
the bolt slipped quietly back and she pushed the door ajar. Within,
Billy Byrne turned inquiring eyes in the direction of the opening door,
and as he saw who it was who entered surprise showed upon his face; but
he spoke no word for the girl held a silencing finger to her lips.
Quickly she came to his side and motioned him to rise while she tugged
at the knots which held the bonds in place about his arms. Once she
stopped long enough to recross the room and close the door which she had
left open when she entered.
It required fully five minutes--the longest five minutes
"All right, sweetheart, I'll be through by noon for sure--by noon for sure.Page 7
The Chinaman had not taken the time to sight the ancient weapon carefully, but a gleeful smile lit his wrinkled, yellow face as he saw the splash of the ball where it struck the water almost at the.Page 16
For years he had roved the world in search of adventure and excitement.Page 18
What will you do with them?" Professor Maxon pondered the question for a moment.Page 25
His nostrils tasted the incense of fresh earth and growing things.Page 32
Until after dark the professor kept the young man hidden in the jungle, and then, safe from detection, led him back to the laboratory.Page 37
I wonder if she will be as glad to see me again as I shall be to see her.Page 66
A single blow felled the foremost head hunter, breaking his shoulder and biting into the flesh and bone as a heavy sword bites.Page 67
As they were rushing to obey their leader's command there was a respite in the fighting on the ship, for the three who had not fallen beneath the bull whip had leaped overboard to escape the fate which had overtaken their comrades.Page 71
You at least might have forced me to abandon the insane obsession which has overpowered my reason for all these terrible months.Page 73
"That is simple," returned von Horn.Page 74
The old rajah succeeded in gathering some fifty warriors about him from the crews of the two boats which lay near his.Page 76
So it was not difficult to secure from them the promise of assistance in return for their lives.Page 89
Here was a man after his own heart, which loved intrigue and duplicity.Page 91
Their victims came blundering on through the dense jungle to where the twenty sleek brown warriors lay in wait for them.Page 93
Number Twelve looked doubtful.Page 98
"You see," said von Horn, "when I reached the spot Number Three, the brute that you thought was an ape, had just turned you over to Number Thirteen, or, as the natives now call him, Bulan.Page 102
When the truth dawned upon him that he was being killed the instinct of self-preservation was born in him.Page 109
Now if he could but once more possess himself of the girl! And why not? There was only the sick old man, a Chinaman and von Horn to prevent it, and the chances were that they all were asleep.Page 113
In the darkness of the night she had not yet had an.