by Numa, who was
empty. It was Numa's right to prey; but one was a she. Korak felt an
intuitive urge to rush to her protection. Why, he could not guess.
All Tarmangani were enemies now. He had lived too long a beast to feel
strongly the humanitarian impulses that were inherent in him--yet feel
them he did, for the girl at least.
He urged Tantor forward. He raised his heavy spear and hurled it at
the flying target of the lion's body. The girl's pony had reached the
trees upon the opposite side of the clearing. Here he would become
easy prey to the swiftly moving lion; but Numa, infuriated, preferred
the woman upon his back. It was for her he leaped.
Korak gave an exclamation of astonishment and approval as Numa landed
upon the pony's rump and at the same instant the girl swung free of her
mount to the branches of a tree above her.
Korak's spear struck Numa in the shoulder, knocking him from his
precarious hold upon the frantically plunging horse. Freed of the
weight of both girl and lion the pony raced ahead toward safety. Numa
tore and struck at the missile in his shoulder but could not dislodge
it. Then he resumed the chase.
Korak guided Tantor into the seclusion of the jungle. He did not wish
to be seen, nor had he.
Hanson had almost reached the wood when he heard the lion's terrific
roars, and knew that the charge had come. An instant later the Hon.
Morison broke upon his vision, racing like mad for safety. The man lay
flat upon his pony's back hugging the animal's neck tightly with both
arms and digging the spurs into his sides. An instant later the second
Hanson groaned as he guessed what had happened out of sight in the
jungle. With an oath he spurred on in the hope of driving the lion
from his prey--his rifle was ready in his hand. And then the lion came
into view behind the girl's pony. Hanson could not understand. He
knew that if Numa had succeeded in seizing the girl he would not have
continued in pursuit of the others.
He drew in his own mount, took quick aim and fired. The lion stopped
in his tracks, turned and bit at his side, then rolled over dead.
Hanson rode on into the forest, calling aloud to the girl.
"Here I am," came a quick response from the foliage of
then I shall come into that room, if I have to use an axe, and bring you out--do you understand?" Professor Maxon smiled wanly.Page 3
His daughter did not question him as to the cause of this change in plans, for since those three days that her father had kept himself locked in his workroom at home the girl had noticed a subtle change in her parent--a marked disinclination to share with her his every confidence as had been his custom since the death of her mother.Page 11
"Why no, Sing," she replied, "I never saw him before.Page 14
That you are here," he added, "is my excuse for continuing my connection with certain things of which my conscience does not approve.Page 19
"They are not human--they are not even beast.Page 28
Tly kill Sing.Page 29
"What on earth could have killed this enormous brute, Sing? Have you any idea?" asked von Horn.Page 44
Bududreen had discovered a rich treasure, and having stolen that had dispatched two of his men to bring him the girl also.Page 50
"Oh, Bududreen," she exclaimed, "what has happened at camp? Where is my father? Is he safe? Tell me.Page 53
Convinced of this, there was no obstacle to thwart the sudden plan which entered his malign brain.Page 57
Envy and jealousy were there as well, and hatred of all beings other than themselves.Page 69
They could not seem to learn what was required of them.Page 76
The sharp parangs of the head hunters were no match for the superhuman muscles of the creatures that battered them about; now lifting one high above his fellows and using the body as a club to beat down those nearby; again snapping an arm or leg as one might break a pipe stem; or hurling a living antagonist headlong above the heads of his fellows to the dark waters of the river.Page 82
Somewhere behind her upon the broad river she was sure a long, narrow native prahu was being urged forward in pursuit, and that in command of it was the young giant who was now never for a moment absent from her thoughts.Page 89
"What became of the white man who led the strange monsters?" asked von Horn.Page 92
Cautiously he threaded his way through the matted vegetation in the direction of the sound.Page 103
So it was that though Sing passed within a few paces of the unconscious man he neither saw nor heard aught of him or his antagonists.Page 108
Both men fell in their tracks, and scarcely had the pungent odor of the powder smoke reached Bulan's nostrils ere the white man had plunged into the jungle and disappeared.Page 120
That she would hate a soulless creature he accepted as a foregone conclusion.Page 124
The thing that puzzled her most was the repetition of a number and a name which ran through all his delirium--"Nine ninety nine Priscilla.