other hand, he
reasoned, it would be as much to their advantage to have the deserters
return to them as it would to the deserters themselves, for when they
had heard the story told by Red Sanders and Wison of the murder of the
others of the party they too would realize the necessity for maintaining
the strength of the little company to its fullest.
"I don't see that we're goin' to gain nothin' by fightin' 'em," said
Wison. "There ain't nothin' in it any more nohow for nobody since the
girl's gorn. Let's chuck it, an' see wot terms we can make with Squint
"Well," grumbled the Negro, "I can't fight 'em alone; What yo doin'
During the conversation Bony Sawyer had been busy with a stick and a
piece of rag, and now as he turned toward his companions once more they
saw that he had rigged a white flag of surrender. None interfered as he
raised it above the edge of the breastwork.
Immediately there was a hail from below. It was Ward's voice.
"Surrenderin', eh? Comin' to your senses, are you?" he shouted.
Divine, feeling that immediate danger from bullets was past, raised his
head above the edge of the earthwork.
"We have something to communicate, Mr. Ward," he called.
"Spit it out, then; I'm a-listenin'," called back the mate.
"Miss Harding, Mr. Theriere, Byrne, Miller, and Swenson have been
captured and killed by native head-hunters," said Divine.
Ward's eyes went wide, and he blew out his cheeks in surprise. Then his
face went black with an angry scowl.
"You see what you done now, you blitherin' fools, you!" he cried, "with
your funny business? You gone an' killed the goose what laid the golden
eggs. Thought you'd get it all, didn't you? and now nobody won't get
nothin', unless it is the halter. Nice lot o' numbskulls you be, an'
whimperin' 'round now expectin' of us to take you back--well, I reckon
not, not on your measly lives," and with that he raised his revolver to
fire again at Divine.
The society man toppled over backward into the pit behind the breastwork
before Ward had a chance to pull the trigger.
"Hol' on there mate!" cried Bony Sawyer; "there ain't no call now fer
gettin' excited. Wait until you hear all we gotta say. You can't
blame us pore sailormen. It was this here fool dude and that scoundrel
Theriere that put us up to it. They told us that you an' Skipper Simms
was a-fixin' to double-cross us all an' leave us here to starve on
this Gawd-forsaken islan'. Theriere said
She saw the tall Malay issue a few commands, the oarsmen bent to their work, the prahu came about, making off toward the harbor's entrance.Page 15
"Your daughter is far from happy, Professor," he said, "nor do I feel that, surrounded as we are by semi-savage men, she is entirely safe.Page 18
Professor Maxon and von Horn were standing over one of the six vats that were arranged in two rows down the center of the laboratory.Page 37
It grieves me that it should be so, but it seems only fair to tell you, what Professor Maxon either does not know or has forgotten, that his daughter will not look with pleasure upon you when she learns your origin.Page 39
Captain," he answered.Page 47
In the bungalow within the north campong Sing and Number Thirteen had lifted Professor Maxon to his bed, and the Chinaman was engaged in bathing and bandaging the wound that had left the older man unconscious.Page 52
The dim light in the living room drew him to one of the windows which overlooked the verandah.Page 57
"He is not one of us.Page 61
He does not know.Page 62
Wake the others and tell them what I have said.Page 66
Right and left with the quickness of thought the heavy lash fell upon heads, shoulders and sword arms.Page 67
Muda Saffir arose in his prahu cursing and reviling the frightened Dyaks.Page 72
"Not a board broken, and the doors both apparently opened intentionally by someone familiar with locks and bolts.Page 80
huge centipede.Page 84
As she swam, her mind, filled with the terrors of the night, conjured recollection of the stories she had heard of the fierce crocodiles which infest certain of the rivers of Borneo.Page 104
"We hate each other," retorted the pessimistic Number Twelve.Page 119
He need not lose her then, but always be near her.Page 122
Bulan rigged a rude shelter for her, making her lie down beneath it, and then he removed his Dyak war-coat and threw it over her, but it was hours before her exhausted body overpowered her nervous fright and won a fitful and restless slumber.Page 131
"However, why, my dear lieutenant, did you honor me by visiting my island?" The officer hesitated a moment before answering, his eyes running about over the assembly as though in search of someone.Page 133
" "We should have met elsewhere then, Bulan," said the girl in a low voice, "for we were made for one another.