unaccustomed to firearms, drew back in dismay. Again Theriere
fired point-blank into the crowded room, and this time two men fell,
struck by the same bullet. Once more the warriors retreated, and with an
exultant yell Theriere followed up his advantage by charging menacingly
upon them. They stood for a moment, then wavered, turned and fled from
When Theriere turned back toward Barbara Harding he found her kneeling
beside the mucker.
"Is he dead?" asked the Frenchman.
"No. Can we lift him together and get him through that window?"
"It is the only way," replied Theriere, "and we must try it."
They seized upon the huge body and dragged it to the far end of the
room, but despite their best efforts the two were not able to lift the
great, inert mass of flesh and bone and muscle and pass it through the
"What shall we do?" cried Theriere.
"We must stay here with him," replied Barbara Harding. "I could never
desert the man who has fought so noble a fight for me while a breath of
life remained in him."
"Nor I," he said; "but you--he has given his life to save yours. Should
you render his sacrifice of no avail now?"
"I cannot go alone," she answered simply, "and I know that you will not
leave him. There is no other way--we must stay."
At this juncture the mucker opened his eyes.
"Who hit me?" he murmured. "Jes' show me de big stiff." Theriere could
not repress a smile. Barbara Harding again knelt beside the man.
"No one hit you, Mr. Byrne," she said. "You were struck by a spear and
are badly wounded."
Billy Byrne opened his eyes a little wider, turning them until they
rested on the beautiful face of the girl so close to his.
"MR. Byrne!" he ejaculated in disgust. "Forget it. Wot do
youse tink I am, one of dose paper-collar dudes?"
Then he sat up. Blood was flowing from a wound in his chest, saturating
his shirt, and running slowly to the earth floor. There were two flesh
wounds upon his head--one above the right eye and the other extending
entirely across the left cheek from below the eye to the lobe of the
ear--but these he had received earlier in the fracas. From crown to heel
the man was a mass of blood. Through his crimson mask he looked at the
pile of bodies in the far end of the room, and a broad grin cracked the
dried blood about his mouth.
"Wot we done to dem Chinks was sure a plenty,
The men were delighted with him.Page 11
" Mr.Page 23
The old lady was heavily veiled, and so weakened by age and sickness that she had to be wheeled aboard the vessel in an invalid chair.Page 34
to his people," he ordered.Page 60
He stretched his lithe young muscles, the moonlight filtering through the foliage from above dappling his brown skin with little patches of light.Page 61
The moment he had looked forward to for so long was about to be realized.Page 63
"I am Akut," he.Page 65
To delay even a second in argument would have sealed the death warrants of them both.Page 71
She leaned forward and touched the hilt of the long knife that the Arab wore.Page 72
That she was to be taken into the savage, primeval life of a jungle beast could not have occurred to her.Page 91
He did not die, however.Page 98
A moment later he had lifted her to her feet, and grasping her by the hand led her towards the entrance.Page 107
I've suffered and slaved and been nearly killed forty times in the last nine or ten years trying to accomplish what luck has thrown at our feet at last, and now I'm not going to be robbed of the fruits of success because you happen to be more of a beast than a man.Page 111
Instantly the man changed his question to that language.Page 165
"Only a little sprain," replied Hanson.Page 189
A dozen blacks leaped forward to intercept the horseman, only to be ridden down or brushed aside by the muzzle of Abdul Kamak's long musket, which he lashed from side to side about him as he spurred on toward the.Page 192
sorrow and remorse.Page 200
He shrieked aloud to Korak.Page 204
He set his jaws firmly with the realization.Page 209
Tantor wrapped his trunk about the body of Korak and the stake to which it was bound, and tore it from the ground.