borne the girl away.
Outwardly Billy showed no indication of the turmoil that raged within
"We gotta find her, bo," he said to Theriere. "We gotta find the skirt."
Ordinarily Billy would have blustered about the terrible things he would
do to the objects of his wrath when once he had them in his power; but
now he was strangely quiet--only the firm set of his strong chin, and
the steely glitter of his gray eyes gave token of the iron resolution
Theriere, who had been walking slowly to and fro about the dead men, now
called the others to him.
"Here's their trail," he said. "If it's as plain as that all the way we
won't be long in overhauling them. Come along."
Before he had the words half out of his mouth the mucker was forging
ahead through the jungle along the well-marked spoor of the samurai.
"Wot kind of men do you suppose they are?" asked Red Sanders.
"Malaysian head-hunters, unquestionably," replied Theriere.
Red Sanders shuddered inwardly. The appellation had a most gruesome
"Come on!" cried Theriere, and started off after the mucker, who already
was out of sight in the thick forest.
Red Sanders and Wison took a few steps after the Frenchman. Theriere
turned once to see that they were following him, and then a turn in the
trail hid them from his view. Red Sanders stopped.
"Damme if I'm goin' to get my coconut hacked off on any such wild-goose
chase as this," he said to Wison.
"The girl's more'n likely dead long ago," said the other.
"Sure she is," returned Red Sanders, "an' if we go buttin' into that
there thicket we'll be dead too. Ugh! Poor Miller. Poor Swenson. It's
orful. Did you see wot they done to 'em beside cuttin' off their heads?"
"Yes," whispered Wison, looking suddenly behind him.
Red Sanders gave a little start, peering in the direction that his
companion had looked.
"Wot was it?" he whimpered. "Wot did you do that fer?"
"I thought I seen something move there," replied Wison. "Fer Gawd's sake
let's get outen this," and without waiting for a word of assent from his
companion the sailor turned and ran at breakneck speed along the
little path toward the spot where Divine, Blanco, and Bony Sawyer were
stationed. When they arrived Bony was just on the point of setting
out for the spring to fetch water, but at sight of the frightened,
breathless men he returned to hear their story.
"What's up?" shouted Divine. "You men look as though you'd seen a ghost.
Where are the others?"
"They're all murdered, and their
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It made me jealous.Page 8
seemed to me at the time that I had lain awake for days, instead of hours.Page 9
I helped design.Page 14
I believe that they were relieved at the prospect of being detained at a comfortable English prison-camp for the duration of the war after the perils and privations through which they had passed.Page 19
Several of the other men now asked permission to come on deck, and soon all but those actually engaged in some necessary duty were standing around smoking and talking, all in the best of spirits.Page 23
"Fire a shot across her bow," I instructed the gun-captain.Page 33
we were somewhere off the coast of Peru.Page 35
At its foot, half buried in the sand, lay great boulders, mute evidence that in a bygone age some mighty natural force had crumpled Caprona's barrier at this point.Page 40
It was an opening that would have admitted a half-dozen U-boats at one and the same time, roughly cylindrical in contour--and dark as the pit of perdition.Page 42
The long neck was far outstretched, and the four flippers with which it swam were working with powerful strokes, carrying it forward at a rapid pace.Page 43
Shrieking and screaming, the German was dragged from the deck, and the moment the reptile was clear of the boat, it dived beneath the surface of the water with its terrified prey.Page 49
into the reeds and touched the shore with the keel still clear.Page 51
Whitely looked at me, and I looked at Whitely, and then we both looked back in the direction of the deer.Page 58
"You have evolved a beautiful philosophy," I said.Page 59
with tears on her cheeks and I read in her eyes the thanks her lips could not voice.Page 71
remain if she is afraid, and we will keep her; but the he must depart.Page 74
They tried to get Lys to go in with them and could not understand why she refused.Page 79
From her gestures I deduced that the Kro-lus were a people who were armed with bows and arrows, had vessels in which to cook their food and huts of some sort in which they lived, and were accompanied by animals.Page 85
He was a mighty beast, mightily muscled, and the urge that has made males fight since the dawn of life on earth filled him with the blood-lust and the thirst to slay; but not one whit less did it fill me with the same primal passions.