revolver she might hope to bag small game, and to protect herself from
all but the most ferocious of the enemies that would beset her way back
to the beloved hearthstone of Bwana and My Dear.
With the thought came determination to return and obtain the coveted
ammunition. She realized that she was taking great chances of
recapture; but without means of defense and of obtaining meat she felt
that she could never hope to reach safety. And so she turned her face
back toward the camp from which she had but just escaped.
She thought Malbihn dead, so terrific a blow had she dealt him, and she
hoped to find an opportunity after dark to enter the camp and search
his tent for the cartridge belt; but scarcely had she found a hiding
place in a great tree at the edge of the boma where she could watch
without danger of being discovered, when she saw the Swede emerge from
his tent, wiping blood from his face, and hurling a volley of oaths and
questions at his terrified followers.
Shortly after the entire camp set forth in search of her and when
Meriem was positive that all were gone she descended from her hiding
place and ran quickly across the clearing to Malbihn's tent. A hasty
survey of the interior revealed no ammunition; but in one corner was a
box in which were packed the Swede's personal belongings that he had
sent along by his headman to this westerly camp.
Meriem seized the receptacle as the possible container of extra
ammunition. Quickly she loosed the cords that held the canvas covering
about the box, and a moment later had raised the lid and was rummaging
through the heterogeneous accumulation of odds and ends within. There
were letters and papers and cuttings from old newspapers, and among
other things the photograph of a little girl upon the back of which was
pasted a cutting from a Paris daily--a cutting that she could not read,
yellowed and dimmed by age and handling--but something about the
photograph of the little girl which was also reproduced in the
newspaper cutting held her attention. Where had she seen that picture
before? And then, quite suddenly, it came to her that this was a
picture of herself as she had been years and years before.
Where had it been taken? How had it come into the possession of this
man? Why had it been reproduced in a newspaper? What was the story
that the faded type told of it?
"Daddy!" called the girl again, a trace of anxiety in her voice this time.Page 16
For years he had roved the world in search of adventure and excitement.Page 28
Now he kept his eyes upon her face as he walked, and a new emotion filled his breast.Page 32
von Horn," said Virginia, "but if to explain to me will necessitate betraying my.Page 33
"Do you mean to say that my father in a mad attempt to usurp the functions of God created that awful thing?" she asked in a low, faint voice, "and that there are others like it upon the island?" "In the campong next to yours there are a dozen others," replied von Horn, "nor would it be easy to say which is the most hideous and repulsive.Page 34
There can be no immediate danger, I am sure.Page 37
No sob shook his great frame, there was no outward indication of the terrible grief that racked him inwardly--only in the pose was utter dejection and hopelessness.Page 48
"It is because I love you so, Virginia," he hastened to urge in extenuation of his suggested disloyalty.Page 64
And both were looking out upon the dismantled wreck of the Ithaca where it lay in the sand near the harbor's southern edge.Page 65
The wily Malay had long refrained from pillaging the Ithaca for fear such an act might militate against the larger villainy he purposed perpetrating against her white owner, but when he rounded the point and came in sight of the stranded wreck he put all such thoughts from him and made straight for the helpless hulk to glean whatever of salvage might yet remain within her battered hull.Page 72
"I swear that you shall have Virginia as your wife, and all my property shall be made over to you if she is rescued.Page 80
"What does it mean?" whispered the panglima to Barunda.Page 81
"He does not suspect that you are one of Muda Saffir's people.Page 85
With redoubled energy she struck out in one last mighty effort to reach the shore.Page 92
the ocean far below in the remarkable manner that news travels in the wild places of the world.Page 101
Barunda's followers, however, had been highly enraged at the act, and in the ensuing battle which they waged for revenge of their murdered chief Ninaka and his crew had been forced to take to the shore and hide in the jungle.Page 111
Now Bulan had been an interested witness of all that transpired.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 118
"Just how do you distinguish the possessor of a soul?" he asked.Page 128
She tore the hem from her skirt, to bandage the bloody furrow that creased the man's temple.