influenced solely by
her own pathetic desire for love.
Now, as she pressed Geeka close to her, her sobs lessened gradually,
until she was able to control her voice, and pour out her misery into
the ivory ear of her only confidante.
"Geeka loves Meriem," she whispered. "Why does The Sheik, my father,
not love me, too? Am I so naughty? I try to be good; but I never know
why he strikes me, so I cannot tell what I have done which displeases
him. Just now he kicked me and hurt me so, Geeka; but I was only
sitting before the tent making a skirt for you. That must be wicked,
or he would not have kicked me for it. But why is it wicked, Geeka?
Oh dear! I do not know, I do not know. I wish, Geeka, that I were
dead. Yesterday the hunters brought in the body of El Adrea. El Adrea
was quite dead. No more will he slink silently upon his unsuspecting
prey. No more will his great head and his maned shoulders strike
terror to the hearts of the grass eaters at the drinking ford by night.
No more will his thundering roar shake the ground. El Adrea is dead.
They beat his body terribly when it was brought into the village; but
El Adrea did not mind. He did not feel the blows, for he was dead.
When I am dead, Geeka, neither shall I feel the blows of Mabunu, or the
kicks of The Sheik, my father. Then shall I be happy. Oh, Geeka, how
I wish that I were dead!"
If Geeka contemplated a remonstrance it was cut short by sounds of
altercation beyond the village gates. Meriem listened. With the
curiosity of childhood she would have liked to have run down there and
learn what it was that caused the men to talk so loudly. Others of the
village were already trooping in the direction of the noise. But
Meriem did not dare. The Sheik would be there, doubtless, and if he
saw her it would be but another opportunity to abuse her, so Meriem lay
still and listened.
Presently she heard the crowd moving up the street toward The Sheik's
tent. Cautiously she stuck her little head around the edge of the
tent. She could not resist the temptation, for the sameness of the
village life was monotonous, and she craved diversion. What she saw
was two strangers--white
The younger members, among whom were several he knew to be mighty good fellows at heart, sat at the lower end of the long table, and with owlish gravity attempted to emulate the appearance and manners of their seniors.Page 5
I am a college graduate, and that must mean something.Page 7
His self-assurance was formed in a similar mold to those of all his other salient characteristics, and these conformed to his physical proportions, for physically, mentally and morally Jimmy Torrance was big; not that he was noticeably taller than other men or his features more than ordinarily attractive, but there was something so well balanced and harmonious in all the proportions of his frame and features as to almost invariably compel a second glance from even a casual observer, especially if the casual observer happened to be in the nonessential creation class.Page 11
"I should think," said Jimmy, "that your particular line of endeavor would prove rather hazardous in a place where you are known by the police.Page 15
Jimmy found the office on the second floor, after ascending a narrow, dark, and dirty stairway.Page 27
becoming a quitter.Page 37
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" "I ain't going to try to pull him down," said the girl.Page 44
" Feinheimer stood as one dazed, looking down at the bulk of his friend and associate.Page 57
Oh, here's something for Steve Murray: chicken butcher, eighty dollars; here's a job I'd like," she cried, "ice-cream man, one hundred dollars.Page 59
be it would certainly get a terrible jolt if I presented myself to the head of the International Machine Company in this scenery.Page 60
" "I can't agree with you," replied Bince.Page 61
A great deal depends on a man's personality in a position of this sort, and from your appearance I should imagine that you're all right along that line and you seem to have had the right kind of experience.Page 71
"I think we will do it.Page 77
"I am Miss Compton.Page 88
I think you ought to be armed, Mr.Page 90
That night Bince got Murray over the phone.Page 100
anything that was not right; and you know yourself how anxious O'Donnell has been to dig up evidence of any kind derogatory to either of them.Page 102
" "What is it?" asked the Lizard.Page 113
" Harriet gave a little cry of shocked surprise.