had come and
saw Eddie Shorter running toward him, a smoking six-shooter in his right
"Go back," commanded Byrne; "this is my funeral."
"Not on your life," replied Eddie Shorter. "Those greasers don't take no
white man off'n El Orobo, while I'm here. Get busy! They're comin'."
And sure enough they were coming, and as they came their carbines popped
and the bullets whizzed about the heads of the two Americans. Grayson,
too, had taken a hand upon the side of the Villistas. From the bunkhouse
other men were running rapidly in the direction of the fight, attracted
by the first shots.
Billy and Eddie stood their ground, a few paces apart. Two more of
Villa's men went down. Grayson ran for cover. Then Billy Byrne dropped
the last of the Mexicans just as the men from the bunkhouse came panting
upon the scene. There were both Americans and Mexicans among them. All
were armed and weapons were ready in their hands.
They paused a short distance from the two men. Eddie's presence upon the
side of the stranger saved Billy from instant death, for Eddie was well
liked by both his Mexican and American fellow-workers.
"What's the fuss?" asked an American.
Eddie told them, and when they learned that the boss's daughter had been
spirited away and that the ranch foreman was at the bottom of it the
anger of the Americans rose to a dangerous pitch.
"Where is he?" someone asked. They were gathered in a little cluster now
about Billy Byrne and Shorter.
"I saw him duck behind the office building," said Eddie.
"Come on," said another. "We'll get him."
"Someone get a rope." The men spoke in low, ordinary tones--they
appeared unexcited. Determination was the most apparent characteristic
of the group. One of them ran back toward the bunkhouse for his rope.
The others walked slowly in the direction of the rear of the office
building. Grayson was not there. The search proceeded. The Americans
were in advance. The Mexicans kept in a group by themselves a little in
rear of the others--it was not their trouble. If the gringos wanted to
lynch another gringo, well and good--that was the gringos' business.
They would keep out of it, and they did.
Down past the bunkhouse and the cookhouse to the stables the searchers
made their way. Grayson could not be found. In the stables one of the
men made a discovery--the foreman's saddle had vanished. Out in the
corrals they went. One of the men laughed--the bars were down and the
saddle horses gone. Eddie Shorter presently pointed out across the
pasture and the river to
"It will be seven hundred feet, Perry," I said, "by the time you can turn her into the horizontal.Page 4
There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed--otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death.Page 9
The reaction left me in a state of collapse, and I lost consciousness.Page 27
They resembled a whale with the head of an alligator.Page 29
Finally they fell upon us, beating us with their spear shafts, and hatchets.Page 32
"Do not interrupt him," I said.Page 35
These relatively small areas of ocean follow the general lines of the continents of the outer world.Page 37
These terrible convulsions of nature time and time again wiped out the existing species--but for this fact some monster of the Saurozoic epoch might rule today upon our own world.Page 45
amphitheater had grown fainter and fainter until now all was as silent as the tomb about me.Page 51
And we are warriors also," he added proudly.Page 52
The upward curve of the surface of Pellucidar was constantly revealing the impossible to the surprised eyes of the outer-earthly.Page 54
" The red man groped ahead a few.Page 55
The poor slaves upon the diminutive islands watched the horrid creatures with wide eyes.Page 60
A little effort proved sufficient to dislodge enough of these stones to permit me to crawl through into the clearing, and a moment later I had scurried across the intervening space to the dense jungle beyond.Page 63
A single glance at the thing was sufficient to assure me that I was facing one of those long-extinct, prehistoric creatures whose fossilized.Page 78
Slowly the thing approached me, when its attention was attracted by a huge slave chained a few yards to my right.Page 90
Ghak was, of course, positive that I had fallen prey to the terrible creature, which, within Pellucidar, is truly the king of beasts.Page 92
At the valley's end the cliffs upon the left ran out into.Page 97
But it didn't work worth a cent, at least as far as I could perceive.Page 114
I spent a week with him, and then, abandoning my lion hunt, returned directly to the coast and hurried to London where I purchased a great quantity of stuff which he wished to take back to Pellucidar with him.