chattered to her and she chattered back. The Hon. Morison Baynes sat
down at the foot of a tree and mopped his perspiring brow. Then he
rose and made his way back to his mount.
When Meriem emerged from the forest a few minutes later she found him
there, and he eyed her with wide eyes in which were both wonder and a
sort of terror.
"I saw your horse here," he explained, "and thought that I would wait
and ride home with you--you do not mind?"
"Of course not," she replied. "It will be lovely."
As they made their way stirrup to stirrup across the plain the Hon.
Morison caught himself many times watching the girl's regular profile
and wondering if his eyes had deceived him or if, in truth, he really
had seen this lovely creature consorting with grotesque baboons and
conversing with them as fluently as she conversed with him. The thing
was uncanny--impossible; yet he had seen it with his own eyes.
And as he watched her another thought persisted in obtruding itself
into his mind. She was most beautiful and very desirable; but what did
he know of her? Was she not altogether impossible? Was the scene that
he had but just witnessed not sufficient proof of her impossibility? A
woman who climbed trees and conversed with the baboons of the jungle!
It was quite horrible!
Again the Hon. Morison mopped his brow. Meriem glanced toward him.
"You are warm," she said. "Now that the sun is setting I find it quite
cool. Why do you perspire now?"
He had not intended to let her know that he had seen her with the
baboons; but quite suddenly, before he realized what he was saying, he
had blurted it out.
"I perspire from emotion," he said. "I went into the jungle when I
discovered your pony. I wanted to surprise you; but it was I who was
surprised. I saw you in the trees with the baboons."
"Yes?" she said quite unemotionally, as though it was a matter of
little moment that a young girl should be upon intimate terms with
savage jungle beasts.
"It was horrible!" ejaculated the Hon. Morison.
"Horrible?" repeated Meriem, puckering her brows in bewilderment.
"What was horrible about it? They are my friends. Is it horrible to
talk with one's friends?"
"You were really talking with them, then?" cried the Hon. Morison.
"You understood them and they understood you?"
"But they are hideous creatures--degraded beasts of a lower order. How
could you speak
It is doubtful that they thought of the matter in just this way, but the effect was the same.Page 6
So sick that the room in which he lay seemed to be rising and falling in a horribly realistic manner.Page 8
When he fought, his methods would have brought a flush of shame to the face of His Satanic Majesty.Page 32
You owe it to yourself to discover as soon as possible who your friends are aboard this ship, and who your enemies.Page 34
At sight of her a sneer curled his lip.Page 41
For one thing it implanted in the heart of Theriere a personal hatred for the mucker, so that while heretofore his intention of ridding himself of the man when he no longer needed him was due purely to a matter of policy, it was now reinforced by a keen desire for personal revenge.Page 45
"I don't know why you did it," said Theriere.Page 47
Then we can set up a camp of our own apart from Skipper Simms and his faction where you will be constantly guarded until succor may be obtained.Page 53
The Halfmoon was almost upon the cliff's base when a narrow opening showed some hundred fathoms before her nose, an opening through which the sea ran in long, surging sweeps, rolling back upon itself in angry breakers that filled the aperture with swirling water and high-flung spume.Page 56
Now he cut the old one.Page 71
Scarce had the first suggestion of dawn lightened the eastern sky than Divine, who was again on guard, awakened Theriere.Page 72
"For her sake I hope that they did," said Theriere; "for such as she it would have been a far less horrible fate than the one I fear they have reserved her for.Page 78
THE VILLAGE OF YOKA FOR several minutes Barbara Harding lay where she had collapsed after the keen short sword of the daimio had freed her from the menace of his lust.Page 84
"Dere's a little winder in de back of de house," said Byrne.Page 107
So far but little had occurred to give them alarm.Page 139
Sheehan's bondsmen.Page 149
Doubtless pals of the poetical one.Page 244
Here they paused and listened, then two of them entered the room.Page 250
When Billy turned his eyes back the Texan had disappeared, and by the time the former reached the doorway Grayson was halfway to the office building on the veranda of which stood the four soldiers of Villa grumbling and muttering over the absence of their prisoner of the previous evening.Page 256
Upon either side and at intervals of a mile or more stretched the others of their party, occasionally visible; but for the most part not.