Where before I had had but a mild craving for food and drink, I now
actually suffered for want of it, and all because of the tantalizing
sight that I had had of food almost within my grasp.
Once more darkness and silence enveloped me, a silence that was
broken only by a single mocking laugh.
For another day nothing occurred to break the monotony of my
imprisonment or relieve the suffering superinduced by hunger and
thirst. Slowly the pangs became less keen, as suffering deadened
the activity of certain nerves; and then the light flashed on once
again, and before me stood an array of new and tempting dishes,
with great bottles of clear water and flagons of refreshing wine,
upon the outside of which the cold sweat of condensation stood.
Again, with the hunger madness of a wild beast, I sprang forward
to seize those tempting dishes; but, as before, the light went out
and I came to a sudden stop against a hard wall.
Then the mocking laugh rang out for a second time.
The Pit of Plenty!
Ah, what a cruel mind must have devised this exquisite, hellish
torture! Day after day was the thing repeated, until I was on
the verge of madness; and then, as I had done in the pits of the
Warhoons, I took a new, firm hold upon my reason and forced it back
into the channels of sanity.
By sheer will-power I regained control over my tottering mentality,
and so successful was I that the next time that the light came I
sat quite still and looked indifferently at the fresh and tempting
food almost within my reach. Glad I was that I had done so, for
it gave me an opportunity to solve the seeming mystery of those
As I made no move to reach the food, the torturers left the light
turned on in the hope that at last I could refrain no longer from
giving them the delicious thrill of enjoyment that my former futile
efforts to obtain it had caused.
And as I sat scrutinizing the laden shelves I presently saw how
the thing was accomplished, and so simple was it that I wondered I
had not guessed it before. The wall of my prison was of clearest
glass--behind the glass were the tantalizing viands.
After nearly an hour the light went out, but this time there was
no mocking laughter--at least not upon the part of my tormentors;
but I, to be at quits with them, gave a low laugh that none might
mistake for the cackle
"Mightily obliged to you--awful waste of ammunition, really.Page 5
"Yes," said Sinclair with fine sarcasm, "we've saw so many of them with white shrouds on 'em.Page 10
"Scatter!" shouted Bradley to those behind him; and all but Tippet heeded the warning.Page 11
Then, as though struck by the hammer of Thor, the creature collapsed and crumpled to the ground.Page 15
And so they plunged forward at reckless speed, their clothes, their hands, their faces torn by the retarding underbrush that reached forth to hinder them.Page 16
that into the mind of neither entered the thought or the temptation to desert his companion--they would reach the fort together if both survived, or neither would reach it.Page 19
However, he was rewarded with nothing more than the constant flap-flap.Page 20
He heard them moving about in the darkness for a moment, and several times he saw their large luminous eyes glowing in the dark.Page 29
In one corner was a pile of human skulls reaching almost to the ceiling and in another a stack of dried Wieroo wings.Page 35
In one corner was a.Page 38
upon the floor.Page 51
" The girl still eyed him askance.Page 55
For a long minute he glared at Bradley.Page 58
If there is danger there and you want me to draw you up into the shaft, jerk once.Page 63
Anyway, I want to return to the place of the yellow door and get my pistol if it is there.Page 64
Then he draped the robe about her, carrying the cowl over her head.Page 65
"Now!" whispered Bradley; and the girl grasped the rope and slid over the edge of the roof into the darkness below.Page 66
dawn they took shelter in a thicket beside the stream.Page 74
He saw Baron Friedrich von Schoenvorts and six of his men--all armed--while marching in a little knot among them were Olson, Brady, Sinclair, Wilson, and Whitely.Page 81
And then she told him briefly of all that she had passed through since the Wieroos had stolen her and of how Bradley had rescued her and sought to rescue An-Tak, her brother.