just ahead and evidently approaching along the highway.
The youth turned to flee; but the thought of the men tracking him from
that direction brought him to a sudden halt. There was only the road to
the right, then, after all. Cautiously he moved toward it, and at the
same time the words of the voice came clearly through the night:
"'... as, swinging heel and toe,
'We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road
'The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years
The voice seemed reassuring--its quality and the annunciation of the
words bespoke for its owner considerable claim to refinement. The youth
had halted again, but he now crouched to one side fearing to reveal his
presence because of the bloody crime he thought he had committed; yet
how he yearned to throw himself upon the compassion of this fine voiced
stranger! How his every fibre cried out for companionship in this night
of his greatest terror; but he would have let the invisible minstrel
pass had not Fate ordained to light the scene at that particular instant
with a prolonged flare of sheet lightning, revealing the two wayfarers
to one another.
The youth saw a slight though well built man in ragged clothes and
disreputable soft hat. The image was photographed upon his brain for
life--the honest, laughing eyes, the well moulded features harmonizing
so well with the voice, and the impossible garments which marked the man
hobo and bum as plainly as though he wore a placard suspended from his
The stranger halted. Once more darkness enveloped them. "Lovely evening
for a stroll," remarked the man. "Running out to your country place?
Isn't there danger of skidding on these wet roads at night? I told
James, just before we started, to be sure to see that the chains were on
all around; but he forgot them. James is very trying sometimes. Now he
never showed up this evening and I had to start out alone, and he knows
perfectly well that I detest driving after dark in the rain."
The youth found himself smiling. His fear had suddenly vanished. No one
could harbor suspicion of the owner of that cheerful voice.
"I didn't know which road to take," he ventured, in explanation of his
presence at the cross road.
"Oh," exclaimed the man, "are there two
The men were delighted with him.Page 32
There might be treachery lurking beneath their fair appearance; but none who knew The Hawk would be so gullible as to hope to trap him thus.Page 37
What she saw was two strangers--white.Page 54
They might even be headed for it now.Page 60
or slunk, or flew, or wriggled through the dark mazes of the forest.Page 67
And then The Killer paused.Page 68
Korak, momentarily forgetful of his bloody mission, permitted the fingers of his spear hand to relax a little their grasp upon the shaft of his formidable weapon.Page 73
The larva disposed of, he glanced from the corner of an eye at Korak.Page 98
The youth knelt and cut the bonds that held the girl's wrists and ankles.Page 105
"You should be ashamed to try to make fun of old friends.Page 112
my own hands.Page 129
Meriem, at first, was shy and reserved in the presence of the strangers.Page 131
Why did the kid not run away? And then she came.Page 132
Again his piteous wail touched the tender heart strings of the girl.Page 160
It was impossible! It could not be true! And yet, with his own eyes he had seen his Meriem--older a little, with figure more rounded by nearer maturity, and subtly changed in other ways; more beautiful than ever, yet still his little Meriem.Page 176
Where had she seen that picture before? And then, quite suddenly, it came to her that this was a picture of herself as she had been years and years before.Page 181
Then came a few scattering reports, some savage yells, and silence.Page 188
" Abdul Kamak raised his eyebrows.Page 190
I stole it from Malbihn, the Swede--it had printing on the back cut from an old newspaper.Page 214
Morison was worthy of his little Meriem.