slowly, warily, and still stiff-legged. He must have the confirmatory
evidence of his nose before venturing to rely too implicitly upon the
testimony of his ears and eyes. Korak stood perfectly still. To have
advanced then might have precipitated an immediate attack, or, as
easily, a panic of flight. Wild beasts are creatures of nerves. It is
a relatively simple thing to throw them into a species of hysteria
which may induce either a mania for murder, or symptoms of apparent
abject cowardice--it is a question, however, if a wild animal ever is
actually a coward.
The king baboon approached Korak. He walked around him in an ever
decreasing circle--growling, grunting, sniffing. Korak spoke to him.
"I am Korak," he said. "I opened the cage that held you. I saved you
from the Tarmangani. I am Korak, The Killer. I am your friend."
"Huh," grunted the king. "Yes, you are Korak. My ears told me that
you were Korak. My eyes told me that you were Korak. Now my nose
tells me that you are Korak. My nose is never wrong. I am your
friend. Come, we shall hunt together."
"Korak cannot hunt now," replied the ape-man. "The Gomangani have
stolen Meriem. They have tied her in their village. They will not let
her go. Korak, alone, was unable to set her free. Korak set you free.
Now will you bring your people and set Korak's Meriem free?"
"The Gomangani have many sharp sticks which they throw. They pierce
the bodies of my people. They kill us. The gomangani are bad people.
They will kill us all if we enter their village."
"The Tarmangani have sticks that make a loud noise and kill at a great
distance," replied Korak. "They had these when Korak set you free from
their trap. If Korak had run away from them you would now be a
prisoner among the Tarmangani."
The baboon scratched his head. In a rough circle about him and the
ape-man squatted the bulls of his herd. They blinked their eyes,
shouldered one another about for more advantageous positions, scratched
in the rotting vegetation upon the chance of unearthing a toothsome
worm, or sat listlessly eyeing their king and the strange Mangani, who
called himself thus but who more closely resembled the hated
Tarmangani. The king looked at some of the older of his subjects, as
though inviting suggestion.
"We are too few," grunted one.
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Willing hands dragged us to the deck, Nobs scrambling nimbly aboard without assistance.Page 11
He lowered his head and rushed at me, bellowing like a bull.Page 13
" Bradley scratched his head.Page 22
I ordered the U-33's course altered, and we bore down upon the stranger, for I had come to a decision which was the result of necessity.Page 31
She was just in time to see Benson at the diving rudders.Page 41
Into what sort of strange land had fate guided us? The instant the deck was awash, I opened the conning-tower hatch and stepped out.Page 43
After the girl I sent Bradley and most of the Allies and then the Germans who were on deck--von Schoenvorts being still in irons below.Page 46
Olson's to get all the steaks for himself.Page 49
My men were all armed now with both rifles and pistols, each having plenty of ammunition.Page 50
I thanked him and then addressed each one of his men individually, and each gave me his word that he would abide by all that I had outlined.Page 51
We got within a hundred yards of the deer when he suddenly raised his antlered head and pricked up his great ears.Page 57
There was less to see than to hear.Page 61
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I let him have everything he asked for, and never once did a suspicion of their intentions enter my mind.Page 64
She told me that she had loved me from the first, and that she never had loved von Schoenvorts, their engagement having been arranged by her aunt for social reasons.Page 66
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