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She knew that the shore held little hope of life for her, as she had no knowledge of the location of the friendly Mosula village to which Anderssen had taken her through the darkness of the night of their escape from the Kincaid. With Rokoff away from the steamer it might be possible that by offering those in charge a large reward they could be induced to carry her to the nearest civilized port.
I should have thought that no one but you and Anderssen could have made such an ending to it." Grace gave her one of those beseeching, half-reproachful looks, with which she always answered praise; and then, "Would you like to hear the children repeat a hymn, my lady?" "No. I want to know where that story came from." Grace blushed, and stammered. "I know where," said Campbell.
That it was the woman who had accompanied Anderssen toward the interior he did not know, though he suspected as much, as he was now quite certain that this was the deck of the Kincaid upon which chance had led him. But he wasted little time in idle speculation.
As she drew the baby close to her she glanced down into its little face. How red it was! How unnatural the little thing looked. She raised the cheek to hers. It was fiery hot with fever! With a little gasp of terror Jane Clayton rose to her feet in the jungle path. The rifle and bandoleer lay forgotten in the shelter beside her. Anderssen was forgotten, and Rokoff, and her great peril.
She had thought it all out a hundred times since she had discovered that the baby which Anderssen had placed in her arms that night upon the Kincaid was not her own, and it had been a constant and gnawing source of happiness to her to dream the whole fantasy through in its every detail. No, the Russian must never know that this was not her baby.
He lifted the Swede's head in his arms to change and ease his position. Again came a fit of coughing and the terrible haemorrhage. After it was over Anderssen lay with closed eyes. Tarzan thought that he was dead, until he suddenly raised his eyes to those of the ape-man, sighed, and spoke in a very low, weak whisper. "Ay tank it blow purty soon purty hard!" he said, and died. Tambudza
"Why can't you hide here and go back to the sea with me?" "Ay gotta tal the Russian you ban dead, so that he don't luke for you no more," and Anderssen grinned. "Why can't you join me then after you have told him that?" insisted the girl. Anderssen shook his head. "Ay don't tank Ay join anybody any more after Ay tal the Russian you ban dead," he said.
His name was Sven Anderssen, his one pride being that his patronymic was spelt with a double "s." The man was tall and raw-boned, with a long yellow moustache, an unwholesome complexion, and filthy nails.
At least, here he comes, running at me open-mouthed, and as dry as his own waistband. It makes one thirsty to look at him. I'll catch you up in five minutes!" So the three went off to the school. "What a beautiful story, Grace!" said Valencia. "You will surpass Hans Anderssen some day." Grace blushed, and was silent a moment. "It is not my own, my lady." "Not your own?
They had heard, however, so much of the atrocious disposition of Rokoff that they had grown to hold him in mortal terror, and now that they knew he was close upon them their timid hearts would fortify them no longer, and as quickly as possible they deserted the three whites. Yet on and on went Anderssen and the girl.
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