warriors watched the lights of the patrol boat diminishing in
"The intellects of our ancestors are with us to-night," said one
in a low tone.
"No plan ever carried better," returned another. "They did precisely
as the prince foretold."
He who had first spoken turned toward the man who squatted before
the control board.
"Now!" he whispered. There was no other order given. Every man
upon the craft had evidently been well schooled in each detail
of that night's work. Silently the dark hull crept beneath the
cathedral arches of the dark and silent grove.
Thuvia of Ptarth, gazing toward the east, saw the blacker blot
against the blackness of the trees as the craft topped the buttressed
garden wall. She saw the dim bulk incline gently downward toward
the scarlet sward of the garden.
She knew that men came not thus with honourable intent. Yet she
did not cry aloud to alarm the near-by guardsmen, nor did she flee
to the safety of the palace.
I can see her shrug her shapely shoulders in reply as she voices
the age-old, universal answer of the woman: Because!
Scarce had the flier touched the ground when four men leaped from
its deck. They ran forward toward the girl.
Still she made no sign of alarm, standing as though hypnotized.
Or could it have been as one who awaited a welcome visitor?
Not until they were quite close to her did she move. Then the
nearer moon, rising above the surrounding foliage, touched their
faces, lighting all with the brilliancy of her silver rays.
Thuvia of Ptarth saw only strangers--warriors in the harness of
Dusar. Now she took fright, but too late!
Before she could voice but a single cry, rough hands seized her.
A heavy silken scarf was wound about her head. She was lifted
in strong arms and borne to the deck of the flier. There was the
sudden whirl of propellers, the rushing of air against her body,
and, from far beneath the shouting and the challenge from the guard.
Racing toward the south another flier sped toward Helium. In its
cabin a tall red man bent over the soft sole of an upturned sandal.
With delicate instruments he measured the faint imprint of a small
object which appeared there. Upon a pad beside him was the outline
of a key, and here he noted the results of his measurements.
A smile played upon his lips as he completed his task and turned
to one who waited at the opposite side of the table.
Jack asked to be allowed to visit the ape, but again he was met with flat refusal.Page 24
From then on Condon cultivated the youthful Briton.Page 27
In the power of what creatures of hideous mystery had he placed himself! Frantically he fought to beat off the lad that he might turn upon the fearsome thing at his back.Page 33
Jacot awaited them.Page 36
Him she feared with a fear that was at times almost hysterical terror.Page 43
He thought now only of the savage joy of living, and of pitting one's wits and prowess against the wiles and might of the savage jungle brood which haunted the broad plains and the gloomy forest aisles of the great, untamed continent.Page 45
"It is thus," he said, "that jungle folk die.Page 58
The Sheik had been away for a long time, conducting a caravan of ivory, skins, and rubber far into the north.Page 60
The lad was humming now, a music hall air that had found its way to the forms of the great English public school that was to see him no more.Page 62
After the drum was quiet and the bellies of the tribe well-filled he would hail them.Page 85
She was excited; but cool and entirely unafraid.Page 99
These startling announcements filled the blacks with a combination of terror and rage; but, seeing no foe in evidence they were enabled to permit their rage to get the better of their terror, and so the leaders, pushed on by those behind them, ran rapidly around the hut in the direction of the yapping of the mangy cur.Page 102
Not understanding their tongue she could not guess what purpose they had in keeping her a prisoner.Page 130
With unerring precision that was almost uncanny she could track the largest or the smallest beast to his hiding place.Page 146
For two nights and days he had gone empty, and for long time before that he had fed only upon carrion.Page 174
Morison could sleep at all in the midst of the savage jungle was sufficient indication that he had changed considerably in the past twenty-four hours, and that he could lie close beside a none-too-fragrant black man spoke of possibilities for democracy within him yet all undreamed of.Page 187
Morison had drawn for her.Page 201
Why yes, of course, glad to pay, I'm sure.Page 209
The Sheik, calling orders to his followers, ran to his tent to get his rifle.Page 219
With naked hands he faced the maddening Tantor.