"I am disappointed, but I shall let my
trip to England wait a month; then we can go back together."
But when the month was drawing to a close she found still another
excuse upon which to hang a postponement, until at last, discouraged
and doubting, Clayton was forced to go back to England alone.
The several letters that passed between them brought Clayton no nearer
to a consummation of his hopes than he had been before, and so it was
that he wrote directly to Professor Porter, and enlisted his services.
The old man had always favored the match. He liked Clayton, and, being
of an old southern family, he put rather an exaggerated value on the
advantages of a title, which meant little or nothing to his daughter.
Clayton urged that the professor accept his invitation to be his guest
in London, an invitation which included the professor's entire little
family--Mr. Philander, Esmeralda, and all. The Englishman argued that
once Jane was there, and home ties had been broken, she would not so
dread the step which she had so long hesitated to take.
So the evening that he received Clayton's letter Professor Porter
announced that they would leave for London the following week.
But once in London Jane Porter was no more tractable than she had been
in Baltimore. She found one excuse after another, and when, finally,
Lord Tennington invited the party to cruise around Africa in his yacht,
she expressed the greatest delight in the idea, but absolutely refused
to be married until they had returned to London. As the cruise was to
consume a year at least, for they were to stop for indefinite periods
at various points of interest, Clayton mentally anathematized
Tennington for ever suggesting such a ridiculous trip.
It was Lord Tennington's plan to cruise through the Mediterranean, and
the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean, and thus down the East Coast, putting
in at every port that was worth the seeing.
And so it happened that on a certain day two vessels passed in the
Strait of Gibraltar. The smaller, a trim white yacht, was speeding
toward the east, and on her deck sat a young woman who gazed with sad
eyes upon a diamond-studded locket which she idly fingered. Her
thoughts were far away, in the dim, leafy fastness of a tropical
jungle--and her heart was with her thoughts.
She wondered if the man who had given her the beautiful bauble, that
had meant so much more to him than the intrinsic value which he had not
even known could
Leaping to the running-board, she had attempted to snatch the baby from the arms of the stranger, and here, screaming and fighting, she had clung to her position even after the taxicab had got under way; nor was it until the machine had passed the Greystoke residence at good speed that Carl, with a heavy blow to her face, had succeeded in knocking her to the pavement.Page 16
One of the younger apes, a huge, splendidly muscled brute, was edging threateningly closer to the ape-man.Page 34
To say that Mugambi was entirely happy or at ease in his new environment would not be to adhere strictly to the truth.Page 48
that night the ape-man swung rapidly through the upper and middle terraces of the forest.Page 49
" "You have done well," replied the white man, "and you shall have the rifle and ammunition whether he be a friend or enemy, provided that you stand with me.Page 53
It was Sheeta, the panther.Page 58
My heart has been softened toward you in your suffering, and I would make amends as best I may.Page 59
The Russian glared at him.Page 60
"Hay ben the fool.Page 61
On one arm he carried a bundle, evidently his blankets.Page 87
Have you not brought sufficient misery and anguish upon me without attempting to harm me further? What wrong have I ever done you that you should persist in persecuting me?" "You are suffering for the sins of the monkey you chose when you might have had the love of a gentleman--of Nikolas Rokoff," he replied.Page 89
The butt of the gun was not an inch from her hand.Page 93
His acute sense of smell told him that both of those he sought had fled from the camp in this direction, and a moment later he had taken up the trail and was following the faint spoor.Page 99
Now Rokoff seized one of the paddles lying in the bottom of the craft, and, with terrorwide eyes still glued upon the living death that pursued him, struck out madly in an effort to augment the speed of the unwieldy canoe.Page 101
Yet he did not cease to paddle frantically toward the steamer, and at last, after what seemed an eternity, the bow of the dugout bumped against the timbers of the Kincaid.Page 105
He knew that he could survive but a moment more, and in the last paroxysm of his suffering he did what he could to avenge his own death.Page 108
His idea was to search the shore that night for signs of the Russian and the woman who he was certain must have preceded Rokoff down the Ugambi.Page 113
Noiselessly he sped across the intervening space.Page 114
harm from two ruffians, which was enough excuse for the ape-man to project his giant thews into the conflict without further investigation.Page 116
His voice broke in inarticulate shrieks.