trying to force recollection of
something all but forgotten which the new words suggested, and then, to
her own astonishment as well as to that of her teacher she had used
other French words than those in the lessons--used them properly and
with a pronunciation that the English woman knew was more perfect than
her own; but Meriem could neither read nor write what she spoke so
well, and as My Dear considered a knowledge of correct English of the
first importance, other than conversational French was postponed for a
"You doubtless heard French spoken at times in your father's douar,"
suggested My Dear, as the most reasonable explanation.
Meriem shook her head.
"It may be," she said, "but I do not recall ever having seen a
Frenchman in my father's company--he hated them and would have nothing
whatever to do with them, and I am quite sure that I never heard any of
these words before, yet at the same time I find them all familiar. I
cannot understand it."
"Neither can I," agreed My Dear.
It was about this time that a runner brought a letter that, when she
learned the contents, filled Meriem with excitement. Visitors were
coming! A number of English ladies and gentlemen had accepted My
Dear's invitation to spend a month of hunting and exploring with them.
Meriem was all expectancy. What would these strangers be like? Would
they be as nice to her as had Bwana and My Dear, or would they be like
the other white folk she had known--cruel and relentless. My Dear
assured her that they all were gentle folk and that she would find them
kind, considerate and honorable.
To My Dear's surprise there was none of the shyness of the wild
creature in Meriem's anticipation of the visit of strangers.
She looked forward to their coming with curiosity and with a certain
pleasurable anticipation when once she was assured that they would not
bite her. In fact she appeared no different than would any pretty
young miss who had learned of the expected coming of company.
Korak's image was still often in her thoughts, but it aroused now a
less well-defined sense of bereavement. A quiet sadness pervaded
Meriem when she thought of him; but the poignant grief of her loss when
it was young no longer goaded her to desperation. Yet she was still
loyal to him. She still hoped that some day he would find her, nor did
she doubt for a moment but that he was searching for her if he
Always were they menaced by some frightful thing and seldom were their rifles cool, yet even in the brief time they had dwelt upon Caprona they had become callous to danger, so that they swung along laughing and chatting like soldiers on a summer hike.Page 15
A moment later Brady was examining the ground about the spot where Bradley's cap had lain.Page 19
He felt the thing that carried him rise to a greater altitude, and below he glimpsed momentarily the second white-robed figure; then the creature above sounded a low call, it was answered from below, and instantly Bradley felt the clutching talons release him; gasping for breath, he hurtled downward through space.Page 21
The thin lips drew back tightly against yellow teeth in a grimace that was nothing.Page 22
"Where is England and what?" pursued the questioner.Page 29
Realizing that there was no room in.Page 32
" The Wieroo backed toward the door.Page 33
Today you go to his temple--" the Wieroo used a phrase meaning literally High Place--"where you will receive the sacred commands.Page 45
In the dim light Bradley saw that it was a dead Wieroo from which the wings and head had been removed.Page 50
Instantly there flashed into his memory the circular openings in the roof of the river vault and the corpses he had seen drop from them to the water beneath.Page 51
Bradley lay slightly raised upon his left elbow, his right arm free, and as the thing came close, he cut at the hideous face with all the strength that lay within him.Page 53
When they have committed a certain number of murders without being caught at it, they confess to Him Who Speaks for Luata and are advanced, after which they wear robes with a slash of some color--I think yellow comes first.Page 54
At last the party halted in a room in which were many Wieroos who gathered about Bradley questioning his captors and examining him and his apparel.Page 58
The slaying of their god had been discovered by the Wieroos.Page 60
"It seems more than any ordinary fear of the harm they can do you.Page 61
But by reason of always making war upon their neighbors they were hated by every creature of Caspak, for no one wanted their tas-ad, and so they used their wings to fly to this island when the other races turned against them and threatened to kill them all.Page 69
"I would not do that, little girl," he said gently.Page 77
Now we will obey you--we must obey some one.Page 82
"I hate to do it," said Billings.Page 83
and they will think me an ingrate; but I can't waste my life here when there is so much to be done in the outer world.