bloody foam, and again he closed his eyes. Fainter and fainter came
his breathing, until it was with difficulty that the girl detected any
movement of his breast whatever. She thought that he was dying, and she
was afraid. Wistfully she looked toward the mucker. The man still lay
with his head buried in his arm, but whether he were wrapped in thought,
in slumber, or in death the girl could not tell. At the final thought
she went white with terror.
Slowly she approached the man, and leaning over placed her hand upon his
"Mr. Byrne!" she whispered.
The mucker turned his face toward her. It looked tired and haggard.
"Wot is it?" he asked, and his tone was softer than she had ever heard
"I think Mr. Theriere is dying," she said, "and I--I-- Oh, I am so
The man flushed to the roots of his hair. All that he could think of
were the ugly words he had spoken a short time before--and now Theriere
was dying! Byrne would have laughed had anyone suggested that he
entertained any other sentiment than hatred toward the second officer of
the Halfmoon--that is he would have twenty-four hours before; but now,
quite unexpectedly, he realized that he didn't want Theriere to die, and
then it dawned upon him that a new sentiment had been born within him--a
sentiment to which he had been a stranger all his hard life--friendship.
He felt friendship for Theriere! It was unthinkable, and yet the mucker
knew that it was so. Painfully he crawled over to the Frenchman's side.
"Theriere!" he whispered in the man's ear.
The officer turned his head wearily.
"Do youse know me, old pal?" asked the mucker, and Barbara Harding knew
from the man's voice that there were tears in his eyes; but what she did
not know was that they welled there in response to the words the mucker
had just spoken--the nearest approach to words of endearment that ever
had passed his lips.
Theriere reached up and took Byrne's hand. It was evident that he too
had noted the unusual quality of the mucker's voice.
"Yes, old man," he said very faintly, and then "water, please."
Barbara Harding brought him a drink, holding his head against her knee
while he drank. The cool liquid seemed to give him new strength for
presently he spoke, quite strongly.
"I'm going, Byrne," he said; "but before I go I want to tell you that of
all the brave men I ever have known I have learned within the past few
days to believe that you are the bravest. A
"Ten years!" he murmured, at last.Page 2
There was a frightful roaring beneath us--the giant frame trembled and vibrated--there was a rush of sound as the loose earth passed up through the hollow space between the inner and outer jackets to be deposited in our wake.Page 3
In between he often found excuses to pray even when the provocation seemed far-fetched to my worldly eyes--now that he was about to die I felt positive that I should.Page 14
My plan worked like magic.Page 20
But on both occasions those lithe, powerful tails reached out and found sustaining branches, nor did either of the creatures loosen their grasp upon me.Page 24
By this time we had picked up a smattering of the bastard language in which our guards addressed us, as well as making good headway in the rather charming tongue of our co-captives.Page 25
It was the head of a mighty tandor.Page 27
And Perry! He was absolutely flabbergasted.Page 29
I do not want her as my--" but here I stopped.Page 36
"Here they are not monsters, David," he replied.Page 58
As a matter of fact it is difficult to explain just why this sentiment should exist among them.Page 65
" Well, Ja should know his own business, I thought, and so I grasped the spear and clambered up toward the red man as rapidly as I could--being so far removed from my simian ancestors as I am.Page 69
But I was mistaken.Page 70
We know this because when graves are opened we find that the bodies have been partially or entirely borne off.Page 74
"He will doubtless be called before the investigators shortly," said he who had brought me back, "so have him in readiness.Page 77
Upon a long table lay a victim even as I was ushered into the room.Page 81
later as I rushed in I found myself facing two of the Mahars.Page 91
What, in reality, I did was to pass entirely through them and come out above the valley upon the farther side.Page 112
We pursued them for some time, taking many prisoners and recovering nearly a hundred slaves, among whom was Hooja the Sly One.