girl was running one hand gingerly over her head and face, so that
her next question did not surprise him.
"Am I badly wounded?" she asked. "Do you think that I am going to die?"
The tremor in her voice was pathetic--it was the voice of a frightened
and wondering child. Bridge heard the boy behind him move impulsively
forward and saw him kneel on the bed beside the girl.
"You are not badly hurt," volunteered The Oskaloosa Kid. "Bridge
couldn't find a mark on you--the bullet must have missed you."
"He was holding me over the edge of the car when he fired." The girl's
voice reflected the physical shudder which ran through her frame at the
recollection. "Then he threw me out almost simultaneously. I suppose he
thought that he could not miss at such close range." For a time she was
silent again, sitting stiffly erect. Bridge could feel rather than see
wide, tense eyes staring out through the darkness upon scenes, horrible
perhaps, that were invisible to him and the Kid.
Suddenly the girl turned and threw herself face downward upon the bed.
"O, God!" she moaned. "Father! Father! It will kill you--no one will
believe me--they will think that I am bad. I didn't do it! I didn't
do it! I've been a silly little fool; but I have never been a bad
girl--and---and--I had nothing to do with that awful thing that happened
Bridge and the boy realized that she was not talking to them--that for
the moment she had lost sight of their presence--she was talking to that
father whose heart would be breaking with the breaking of the new day,
trying to convince him that his little girl had done no wrong.
Again she sat up, and when she spoke there was no tremor in her voice.
"I may die," she said. "I want to die. I do not see how I can go on
living after last night; but if I do die I want my father to know that
I had nothing to do with it and that they tried to kill me because
I wouldn't promise to keep still. It was the little one who murdered
him--the one they called 'Jimmie' and 'The Oskaloosa Kid.' The big one
drove the car--his name was 'Terry.' After they killed him I tried to
jump out--I had been sitting in front with Terry--and then they dragged
me over into the tonneau and later--the Oskaloosa Kid tried to kill me
too, and threw me out."
Bridge heard the boy at his side gulp. The girl went on.
My promotion was rapid, for my family seems to inherit naval lore.Page 10
One of his eyes was swollen and already darkening, and his lip was cut and bleeding.Page 11
The crew, with the exception of those whose duties kept them below, were ranged on deck below the bridge.Page 15
It was not until.Page 26
We spent several hours in the village, where we were objects of the greatest curiosity.Page 29
The lion had discovered me.Page 30
He stood for a moment gazing about in search of me, and then he advanced.Page 34
I could only account for it on the hypothesis that the country had been entirely depopulated except for a few scattered and forgotten children, who, in some marvelous manner, had been preserved by Providence to re-populate the land.Page 35
Its survival, with many other illustrious names, is one of the strongest arguments in refutal of Professor Cortoran's theory; yet it opens no new doors to the past, and, on the whole, rather adds to than dissipates the mystery.Page 48
Through one great room after another we wandered,.Page 49
Along one paneled wall we groped, our eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness.Page 51
There is not a single .Page 52
But I could not abandon her, though I had no idea what I should do with her after rejoining my companions.Page 57
But then, of course, they have not been trained by stern necessity to cope with the emergencies and dangers of savage primeval life.Page 62
We aimed to land near the site of ancient Ostend.Page 69
My good men wanted to come on and annihilate the blacks.Page 74
I could not believe that a simple rising of the savage tribes of whites would necessitate.Page 79
My blood boiled.Page 81
I chafed to follow him, but the corridor was filled with people.Page 87
" "When did it end?" I asked him.