his knees and then
lunged upon his face. Baynes stiffened. His head flew back
spasmodically. For an instant he stood thus, and then crumpled very
gently into the bottom of the boat.
The black paddler was at a loss as to what to do. If Malbihn really
were dead he could continue on to join his fellows without fear; but
should the Swede only be wounded he would be safer upon the far shore.
Therefore he hesitated, holding the canoe in mid stream. He had come
to have considerable respect for his new master and was not unmoved by
his death. As he sat gazing at the crumpled body in the bow of the
boat he saw it move. Very feebly the man essayed to turn over. He
still lived. The black moved forward and lifted him to a sitting
position. He was standing in front of him, his paddle in one hand,
asking Baynes where he was hit when there was another shot from shore
and the Negro pitched head-long overboard, his paddle still clutched in
his dead fingers--shot through the forehead.
Baynes turned weakly in the direction of the shore to see Malbihn drawn
up upon his elbows levelling his rifle at him. The Englishman slid to
the bottom of the canoe as a bullet whizzed above him. Malbihn, sore
hit, took longer in aiming, nor was his aim as sure as formerly. With
difficulty Baynes turned himself over on his belly and grasping his
revolver in his right hand drew himself up until he could look over the
edge of the canoe.
Malbihn saw him instantly and fired; but Baynes did not flinch or duck.
With painstaking care he aimed at the target upon the shore from which
he now was drifting with the current. His finger closed upon the
trigger--there was a flash and a report, and Malbihn's giant frame
jerked to the impact of another bullet.
But he was not yet dead. Again he aimed and fired, the bullet
splintering the gunwale of the canoe close by Baynes' face. Baynes
fired again as his canoe drifted further down stream and Malbihn
answered from the shore where he lay in a pool of his own blood. And
thus, doggedly, the two wounded men continued to carry on their weird
duel until the winding African river had carried the Hon. Morison
Baynes out of sight around a wooded point.
Meriem had traversed half the length of the village street when a score
The cheeks were flushed to the hue of life and health and vitality, and yet she lay there upon the bosom of the sea, dead.Page 7
But it was of no avail; as I sat watching her, the moonlight marking out the graceful curves of her slender young body, I saw her shiver.Page 8
" And that was the only mention she ever made of it; yet I know that she was thankful and that only reserve prevented her from referring to what, to say the least, was an embarrassing situation, however unavoidable.Page 25
"My," I thought, "what a wonderful targ--" I stopped even thinking, so surprised and shocked was I by the boldness of my imagery.Page 27
The sea was calm except for the white water at our bows and the two long radiating swells running far off into the distance upon either hand astern, forming a great V which our propellers filled with choppy waves.Page 29
I waited until half an hour after Benson had gone on duty, and then I went on deck, passing through the conning-tower where Benson sat, and looking at the compass.Page 30
I tried to decide what I should do after I was washed away.Page 32
The sight of land filled us with renewed hope.Page 37
Caprona was impregnable--that was the decision of all; yet we kept on.Page 53
The creature was quite dead, and an examination resulted in disclosing the fact that Whitely's bullet had pierced its heart, and mine had severed the spinal cord.Page 54
All were males, and all were entirely naked; nor was there upon even the highest among them a sign of ornamentation.Page 58
"And what difference does it make, anyway, what you like and what you don't like? You are here for but an instant, and you mustn't take yourself too seriously.Page 63
The next day Plesser and two other Germans came down overland for ammunition.Page 66
From what we knew of von Schoenvorts, we would not have been surprised at anything from him; but the footprints by the spring seemed indisputable evidence that one of Caprona's undeveloped men had borne off the girl I loved.Page 67
They moved out of our way and kept their eyes upon us until we had passed; then they resumed their feeding.Page 75
Tippet! It seemed incredible.Page 78
Below these in the scale of evolution came the Bo-lu, or club-men, and then the Alus, who had no weapons and no language.Page 79
I leaped between them while he was still kicking her, and obtaining a quick hold upon him, dragged him screaming with pain from the cave.Page 83
I am safe, and I am alone with my sorrows and my remembered joys--but without hope.