vicinity of the camp, keeping a careful watch
upon the Englishman. He had half expected to find the girl at the
destination of the two riders and had been disappointed when no sign of
her materialized about the camp.
Baynes was restless, pacing back and forth beneath the trees when he
should have been resting against the forced marches of the coming
flight. Hanson lay in his hammock and smoked. They spoke but little.
Korak lay stretched upon a branch among the dense foliage above them.
Thus passed the balance of the afternoon. Korak became hungry and
thirsty. He doubted that either of the men would leave camp now before
morning, so he withdrew, but toward the south, for there it seemed most
likely the girl still was.
In the garden beside the bungalow Meriem wandered thoughtfully in the
moonlight. She still smarted from Bwana's, to her, unjust treatment of
the Hon. Morison Baynes. Nothing had been explained to her, for both
Bwana and My Dear had wished to spare her the mortification and sorrow
of the true explanation of Baynes' proposal. They knew, as Meriem did
not, that the man had no intention of marrying her, else he would have
come directly to Bwana, knowing full well that no objection would be
interposed if Meriem really cared for him.
Meriem loved them both and was grateful to them for all that they had
done for her; but deep in her little heart surged the savage love of
liberty that her years of untrammeled freedom in the jungle had made
part and parcel of her being. Now, for the first time since she had
come to them, Meriem felt like a prisoner in the bungalow of Bwana and
Like a caged tigress the girl paced the length of the enclosure. Once
she paused near the outer fence, her head upon one side--listening.
What was it she had heard? The pad of naked human feet just beyond the
garden. She listened for a moment. The sound was not repeated. Then
she resumed her restless walking. Down to the opposite end of the
garden she passed, turned and retraced her steps toward the upper end.
Upon the sward near the bushes that hid the fence, full in the glare of
the moonlight, lay a white envelope that had not been there when she
had turned almost upon the very spot a moment before.
Meriem stopped short in her tracks, listening again, and sniffing--more
than ever the tigress; alert, ready. Beyond
THE OAKDALE AFFAIR By Edgar Rice Burroughs Chapter One [And only chapter ED.Page 2
" "The child is not old enough to judge wisely for herself," replied Mrs.Page 3
The burglar felt a sad loneliness creeping over him.Page 4
Did vain compunction stir his youthful breast? Did he regret the safe respectability of the plumber's apprentice? Or, if he had not been a plumber's apprentice did he yearn to once again assume the unharried peace of whatever legitimate calling had been his before he bent his steps upon the broad boulevard of sin? We think he did.Page 9
Some of the others followed his example.Page 12
Prim's choice, had he been the sole surviving male in the Universe, would have still been as far from Abigail's choice as though he had been an inhabitant of one of Orion's most distant planets.Page 20
Better come with me.Page 29
As they listened for a repetition of the sound there came another--that of the creaking of the old bed slats as the girl moved upon the mildewed mattress.Page 30
Bridge heard the boy behind him move impulsively forward and saw him kneel on the bed beside the girl.Page 36
The girl, the boy, and Bridge waited as patiently as they could for the coming of the dawn, talking of the events of the night and planning against the future.Page 40
" Down the hall they went, Bridge leading with the boy and girl close at his heels while the two yeggs brought up the rear.Page 43
"Oh, no," he insisted; "it isn't worth while.Page 52
There was the chance, however, that the boy had really taken the first step upon the road toward a criminal career, and if such were the case Bridge felt morally obligated to protect his new found friend from arrest, secure in the reflection that his own precept and example would do more to lead him back into the path of rectitude than would any police magistrate or penal institute.Page 56
In a moment they would be gone.Page 63
He know; he tell me.Page 67
"I believe," the youth went on, "that you are doing it for me; but why I can't guess.Page 71
There they separated and formed a thin line of outposts about the entire area north of the road.Page 75
Never had Willie Case spent so frightful a half hour as that within the brilliant interior of The Elite Restaurant.Page 85
She did not look up at the expectant butler waiting for the greeting he was sure Abigail would have for him; but passed on into the reception hall.Page 93
" "It was Sam Benham, Daddy," whispered the girl.