food for both. The
men never spoke except as necessity demanded. Clayton now occupied the
section of the shelter which had been reserved for Jane Porter, and
only saw the Russian when he took food or water to him, or performed
the other kindly offices which common humanity required.
When Thuran was again able to descend in search of food, Clayton was
stricken with fever. For days he lay tossing in delirium and
suffering, but not once did the Russian come near him. Food the
Englishman could not have eaten, but his craving for water amounted
practically to torture. Between the recurrent attacks of delirium,
weak though he was, he managed to reach the brook once a day and fill a
tiny can that had been among the few appointments of the lifeboat.
Thuran watched him on these occasions with an expression of malignant
pleasure--he seemed really to enjoy the suffering of the man who,
despite the just contempt in which he held him, had ministered to him
to the best of his ability while he lay suffering the same agonies. At
last Clayton became so weak that he was no longer able to descend from
the shelter. For a day he suffered for water without appealing to the
Russian, but finally, unable to endure it longer, he asked Thuran to
fetch him a drink. The Russian came to the entrance to Clayton's room,
a dish of water in his hand. A nasty grin contorted his features.
"Here is water," he said. "But first let me remind you that you
maligned me before the girl--that you kept her to yourself, and would
not share her with me--"
Clayton interrupted him. "Stop!" he cried. "Stop! What manner of cur
are you that you traduce the character of a good woman whom we believe
dead! God! I was a fool ever to let you live--you are not fit to live
even in this vile land."
"Here is your water," said the Russian. "All you will get," and he
raised the basin to his lips and drank; what was left he threw out upon
the ground below. Then he turned and left the sick man.
Clayton rolled over, and, burying his face in his arms, gave up the
The next day Thuran determined to set out toward the north along the
coast, for he knew that eventually he must come to the habitations of
civilized men--at least he could be no worse off than he was here, and,
furthermore, the ravings
"My third plan seems to me the most feasible.Page 5
At last all was ready.Page 8
I could not cope with them all, and so I rose rapidly from among them to the cooler strata wherein they dared not follow; and then I recalled that Bowen's narrative distinctly indicated that the farther north one traveled in Caspak, the fewer were the terrible reptiles which rendered human life impossible at the southern end of the island.Page 12
Evidently I was to be attacked in force by a pair of hunting beasts or men.Page 13
I put a third bullet into the beast at three paces, and then I thought that I was done for; but it rolled over and stopped at my feet, stone dead.Page 17
Our journey so far had been beset with constant danger, as is every journey in this frightful land.Page 19
But though the voice of this choir-terrible rose and fell from far and near in all directions, reaching at time such a tremendous volume of sound that the earth shook to it, yet so engrossed was I in my lesson and in my teacher that often I was deaf to what at another time would have filled me with awe.Page 24
After breakfast.Page 28
I had noticed that whenever I built a fire, Ajor outlined in the air before her with a forefinger an isosceles triangle, and that she did the same in the morning when she first viewed the sun.Page 29
She was the best comrade in the world, and sometimes I regretted and sometimes I was glad that she was not of my own caste, for had she been, I should unquestionably have fallen in love with her.Page 37
I asked her if she was afraid, and she replied that here the Wieroo could not get her, and that if she died of hunger, she would at least die with me and she was quite content that such should be her end.Page 39
Then I searched about for an explanation of the light, and soon discovered that it came from about a bend in the corridor just ahead of us and at the top of a steep incline; and instantly I realized that Ajor and I had stumbled by night almost to the portal of salvation.Page 40
However, there were trees, and among them we soon descried edible fruits with which we broke our long fast.Page 45
"What should I do?" I asked.Page 54
"They will kill him?" I whispered to Ajor.Page 55
There were ten of the Band-lu coming for me.Page 56
"You are free," I replied.Page 72
In fact, we could hear them passing to and fro among the huts, making inquiries, and at last Chal-az thought it best to go to the doorway of his dwelling, which consisted of many huts joined together, lest they enter and search.Page 79
The arrow caught the doe full in the side, and in the same moment Nobs was after her.Page 80
Then he would have to wheel about when I surprised him, and in doing so, he would most certainly rise slightly upon his hind feet and throw up his head, presenting a perfect target for my noose as he pivoted.