clinch with the brute before him. Again the
mucker struck his victim--quick choppy hooks that rocked Mallory's head
from side to side, and again the brutal blow below the belt; but with
the tenacity of a bulldog the man fought for a hold upon his foe, and at
last, notwithstanding Byrne's best efforts, he succeeded in closing with
the mucker and dragging him to the deck.
Here the two men rolled and tumbled, Byrne biting, gouging, and kicking
while Mallory devoted all of his fast-waning strength to an effort to
close his fingers upon the throat of his antagonist. But the terrible
punishment which the mucker had inflicted upon him overcame him at last,
and as Byrne felt the man's efforts weakening he partially disengaged
himself and raising himself upon one arm dealt his now almost
unconscious enemy a half-dozen frightful blows upon the face.
With a shriek Barbara Harding turned from the awful sight as Billy
Mallory's bloody and swollen eyes rolled up and set, while the mucker
threw the inert form roughly from him. Quick to the girl's memory sprang
Mallory's recent declaration, which she had thought at the time but the
empty, and vainglorious boasting of the man in love--"Why I'd die for
you, Barbara, and welcome the chance!"
"Poor boy! How soon, and how terribly has the chance come!" moaned the
Then a rough hand fell upon her arm.
"Here, youse," a coarse voice yelled in her ear. "Come out o' de
trance," and at the same time she was jerked roughly toward the
Instinctively the girl held back, and then the mucker, true to his
training, true to himself, gave her arm a sudden twist that wrenched a
scream of agony from her white lips.
"Den come along," growled Billy Byrne, "an' quit dis monkey business, or
I'll sure twist yer flipper clean off'n yeh."
With an oath, Anthony Harding sprang forward to protect his daughter;
but the butt of Ward's pistol brought him unconscious to the deck.
"Go easy there, Byrne," shouted Skipper Simms; "there ain't no call to
injure the hussy--a corpse won't be worth nothing to us."
In mute terror the girl now permitted herself to be led to the deck
below. Quickly she was lowered into a waiting boat. Then Skipper Simms
ordered Ward to search the yacht and remove all firearms, after which
he was to engage himself to navigate the vessel with her own crew under
armed guard of half a dozen of the Halfmoon's cutthroats.
These things attended to, Skipper Simms with the balance of his own crew
and six of the crew of the Lotus
The fingers tightened their grip upon his throat.Page 25
It was quite dark before he ventured to enter and arrange for accommodations.Page 30
At nine the following morning the corpse of a strange man had been the sole occupant of that room.Page 50
Nor did he need the evidence of his eyes to tell him whether there were two lions or four up wind,--a hundred yards away or half a mile.Page 55
The spoor was but a couple of days old when the two discovered it, which meant that the slow-moving caravan was but a few hours distant from them whose trained and agile muscles could carry their bodies swiftly through the branches above the tangled undergrowth which had impeded the progress of the laden carriers of the white men.Page 65
With a gasping shriek the king ape collapsed, clutching futilely for the agile, naked creature nimbly sidestepping from his grasp.Page 72
Would her new friend leave her now? Wistfully she gazed at his intent face.Page 75
A clenched fist flew before Meriem's eyes to land full upon the snout of the astonished Akut.Page 83
The monkeys were Meriem's friends.Page 109
He was of giant stature and of giant strength.Page 110
He whipped a revolver from his hip.Page 117
She did not give up that thought--Korak, her Korak always was first.Page 133
The lion leaped too; but the nimble Meriem had swung herself beyond his reach without a second or an inch to spare.Page 148
Out upon the plain a lone horseman muttered a low curse as he saw the two disappear from sight.Page 154
"Baynes," said Bwana, coming directly to the point, "Hanson is leaving for the north tomorrow.Page 161
Had she not loved him she would not have accepted his kisses.Page 163
He uncoiled his grass rope--it was the latest addition to his armament, yet he was proficient with it.Page 168
Like the balance of Malbihn's followers, this boy hated his master cordially--fear being the only bond that held him to the white man.Page 172
He had loved her before, now he worshipped her.Page 217
Presently the man hit upon a scheme.