Russian that the ape represented a certain considerable
money value, and before they reached the sailors he had decided he
should be the one to profit by it.
When the men looked up and saw the oddly paired couple shuffling toward
them they were filled with amazement, and started on a run toward the
two. The ape showed no sign of fear. Instead he grasped each sailor
by the shoulder and peered long and earnestly into his face. Having
inspected them all he returned to Paulvitch's side, disappointment
written strongly upon his countenance and in his carriage.
The men were delighted with him. They gathered about, asking Paulvitch
many questions, and examining his companion. The Russian told them
that the ape was his--nothing further would he offer--but kept harping
continually upon the same theme, "The ape is mine. The ape is mine."
Tiring of Paulvitch, one of the men essayed a pleasantry. Circling
about behind the ape he prodded the anthropoid in the back with a pin.
Like a flash the beast wheeled upon its tormentor, and, in the briefest
instant of turning, the placid, friendly animal was metamorphosed to a
frenzied demon of rage. The broad grin that had sat upon the sailor's
face as he perpetrated his little joke froze to an expression of
terror. He attempted to dodge the long arms that reached for him; but,
failing, drew a long knife that hung at his belt. With a single wrench
the ape tore the weapon from the man's grasp and flung it to one side,
then his yellow fangs were buried in the sailor's shoulder.
With sticks and knives the man's companions fell upon the beast, while
Paulvitch danced around the cursing, snarling pack mumbling and
screaming pleas and threats. He saw his visions of wealth rapidly
dissipating before the weapons of the sailors.
The ape, however, proved no easy victim to the superior numbers that
seemed fated to overwhelm him. Rising from the sailor who had
precipitated the battle he shook his giant shoulders, freeing himself
from two of the men that were clinging to his back, and with mighty
blows of his open palms felled one after another of his attackers,
leaping hither and thither with the agility of a small monkey.
The fight had been witnessed by the captain and mate who were just
landing from the Marjorie W., and Paulvitch saw these two now running
forward with drawn revolvers while the two sailors who had brought them
ashore trailed at their heels. The ape stood looking
Her fire fell short as did the ball from the small cannon mounted in her bow.Page 11
"Oh, Sing," she cried, "I do indeed! But unless you had reminded me I should never have thought to connect him with our visitor of today--they do look very much alike, don't they?" "Lookeelike! Ugh, they all samee one man.Page 19
"It would be murder.Page 22
Gathering the saplings under one huge arm he ran, lumberingly, into the jungle.Page 28
had seen so marvellously clean cut features, or a more high and noble countenance, and she wondered how it was that this white man was upon the island and she not have known it.Page 32
The girl's own questioning gave him the lead he needed.Page 40
The girl readily acquiesced to the plan, and a moment later found them strolling through the clearing toward the southern end of the camp.Page 58
"Out of my sight! Never let me see you again--and to think that I would have given my only daughter to a soulless thing like you.Page 61
None of them knows.Page 70
Bududreen lay there, his contorted features set in a horrible grimace of death which grinned up at the man he would have cheated, as though conscious of the fact that the white man would have betrayed him had the opportunity come, the while he enjoyed in anticipation the other's disappointment in the loss of both the girl and the treasure.Page 76
Number Thirteen noticed that when they addressed him it was always as Bulan, and upon questioning them he discovered that they had given him this.Page 81
Barunda smiled.Page 85
How long she hung there she never knew, but finally a little strength returned to her, and presently she realized that it was a pendant creeper hanging low from a jungle tree upon the bank that had saved her from the river's rapacious maw.Page 90
Bulan still carried his heavy bull whip while his five companions were armed with the parangs they had taken from the Dyaks they had overpowered upon the island at the mouth of the river.Page 96
Sing was about to rush forward and pick her up, when he saw von Horn and his Dyaks leap into the clearing, to which they had been guided by the sounds of the chase and the encounter.Page 99
He did not consider the natives squatting about them as of sufficient consequence to consider, since they would not understand the language in which he addressed Virginia, and in the dusk he failed to note that Sing squatted with the Dyaks, close behind them.Page 100
When Number Thirteen had been mentioned she had always pictured him as a hideous monster, similar to the creature that had seized her in the jungle beside the encampment that first day she had seen the mysterious stranger, of whom she could obtain no information either from her father or von Horn.Page 108
He wondered why the men should dig a hole in the midst of the jungle to hide away the box which he had so often seen in Professor Maxon's workshop.Page 119
What a strange question, indeed.Page 132
When interrogated he explained that von Horn and the balance of his crew had gone inland, leaving him to guard the boat.