the coast by the big
Englishman's orders because of unwarranted cruelty to their black
followers, and one, whose name had long been heralded in civilized
communities as that of a great sportsman, was driven from Africa with
orders never to return when Bwana found that his big bag of fourteen
lions had been made by the diligent use of poisoned bait.
The result was that all good sportsmen and all the natives loved and
respected him. His word was law where there had never been law before.
There was scarce a head man from coast to coast who would not heed the
big Bwana's commands in preference to those of the hunters who employed
them, and so it was easy to turn back any undesirable stranger--Bwana
had simply to threaten to order his boys to desert him.
But there was evidently one who had slipped into the country
unheralded. Bwana could not imagine who the approaching horseman might
be. After the manner of frontier hospitality the globe round he met
the newcomer at the gate, welcoming him even before he had dismounted.
He saw a tall, well knit man of thirty or over, blonde of hair and
smooth shaven. There was a tantalizing familiarity about him that
convinced Bwana that he should be able to call the visitor by name, yet
he was unable to do so. The newcomer was evidently of Scandinavian
origin--both his appearance and accent denoted that. His manner was
rough but open. He made a good impression upon the Englishman, who was
wont to accept strangers in this wild and savage country at their own
valuation, asking no questions and assuming the best of them until they
proved themselves undeserving of his friendship and hospitality.
"It is rather unusual that a white man comes unheralded," he said, as
they walked together toward the field into which he had suggested that
the traveler might turn his pony. "My friends, the natives, keep us
"It is probably due to the fact that I came from the south," explained
the stranger, "that you did not hear of my coming. I have seen no
village for several marches."
"No, there are none to the south of us for many miles," replied Bwana.
"Since Kovudoo deserted his country I rather doubt that one could find
a native in that direction under two or three hundred miles."
Bwana was wondering how a lone white man could have made his way
through the savage, unhospitable miles that lay toward the south. As
though guessing what must be passing
" The man's face softened.Page 4
von Horn, who had been oftenest with her father, who gave her the first intimation of what was forthcoming.Page 25
He saw before him a great walled enclosure roofed by a lofty azure dome, and beyond the walls the tops of green trees swaying gently in the soft breezes.Page 30
"If you have harmed Miss Maxon I'll put a bullet in your heart!" Number Thirteen did not understand the words that the other addressed to him but he interpreted the man's actions as menacing, not to himself, but to the creature he now considered his particular charge; and so he met the advancing man, more to keep him from the girl than to offer him bodily injury for he recognized him as one of the two who had greeted his first dawning consciousness.Page 34
Your father told me it in so many words when I asked his permission to pay court to you myself--you are to marry Number Thirteen when his education is complete.Page 37
" As von Horn spoke the expression on the young man's face became more and more hopeless, and when he had ceased he dropped his head into his open palms, sitting quiet and motionless as a carven statue.Page 41
In the breast of the leader was the hope that he had planted enough of superstitious terror in their hearts to make the sight of the supposed author of their imagined wrongs sufficient provocation for his murder; for Bududreen was too sly to give the order for the killing of a white man--the arm of the white man's law was too long--but he felt that he would rest easier were he to leave the island with the knowledge that only a dead man remained behind with the secret of his perfidy.Page 45
Almost simultaneously Professor Maxon and Sing rushed into the living room to ascertain the cause of the wild alarm, while at the same instant Bududreen's assassins sprang through the door with upraised krisses, to be almost immediately followed by Muda Saffir's six Dyaks brandishing their long spears and wicked parangs.Page 47
Slowly and fearfully they regained their feet, and seeing that no attention was being paid them, cast a parting, terrified look at the mighty creature who had defeated them with his bare hands, and slunk quickly out into the darkness of the campong.Page 50
Whether man or beast she could but conjecture and so she stood with every nerve taut waiting the thing that floundered heavily toward her.Page 53
Have all in readiness to sail.Page 57
" "He lies," suddenly shouted another of the horde.Page 65
A few minutes later they emerged dragging a woman with them.Page 78
Then there was his unaccountable disappearance for weeks; there was von Horn's strange reticence and seeming ignorance as to the circumstances which brought the young man to the island, or his equally unaccountable disappearance after having rescued her from Number One.Page 86
From the deck of the larger vessel the deserted prahu which had borne Bulan across the strait was visible, as were the bodies of the slain Dyaks and the misshapen creatures.Page 104
His small woodcraft and little experience in travelling resulted in his becoming completely confused, so that instead.Page 114
Could it be that she had at last fallen into the hands of the dreaded and terrible Number Thirteen! Instinctively she shrank from contact with the man in whose arms she had been carried without a trace of repugnance until the thought obtruded itself that he might be the creature of her father's mad experimentation, to whose arms she had been doomed by the insane obsession of her parent.Page 115
There he turned, winded, to await the oncoming foe.Page 116
"Thank God that you are a man--I thought that I was in the clutches of the hideous and soulless monster, Number Thirteen.Page 121
Bulan made no pretence of knowing the way, the most that he would say being that eventually they must come to the river.