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Even as we touched them, Huldricksson aimed a vicious kick at me and then another at Da Costa which sent the Portuguese tumbling into the scuppers. "Let be!" croaked Huldricksson; his voice was thick and lifeless as though forced from a dead throat; his lips were cracked and dry and his parched tongue was black. "Let be! Go! Let be!"
The engine of the Suwarna died and the Tonga boys leaped to one of the boats. "You Olaf Huldricksson!" shouted Da Costa. "What's a matter wit' you?" The man at the wheel turned toward us. He was a giant; his shoulders enormous, thick chested, strength in every line of him, he towered like a viking of old at the rudder bar of his shark ship.
Thus it was that we first saw the city of the Dweller; blessed and accursed as no place on earth, or under or above earth has ever been or, that force willing which some call God, ever again shall be! "Chert!" whispered Marakinoff. "Incredible!" "Trolldom!" gasped Olaf Huldricksson. "It is Trolldom!" "Listen, Olaf!" said Larry. "Cut out that Trolldom stuff!
Huldricksson threw his body over the stone, hands clutching, arms thrust deep down and from his lips issued a long-drawn, heart-shrivelling wail of pain and of anguish that held in it nothing human! Close on its wake came a cry from Marakinoff. "Catch him!" shouted the Russian. "Drag him back! Quick!"
The Tonga boys bent to the oars. We reached the side and Da Costa and I each seized a lanyard dangling from the stays and swung ourselves on board. Da Costa approached Huldricksson softly. "What's the matter, Olaf?" he began and then was silent, looking down at the wheel.
Lugur, who had been scanning his bulk, drew close. He felt the giant muscles which Huldricksson accommodatingly flexed for him. "But he shall meet Valdor and Tahola before he sees those kin of his," he laughed mockingly. "And if he bests them for reward his wife and babe!" A shudder, quickly repressed, shook the seaman's frame. The woman bent her supremely beautiful head.
And there you are collective hallucination. "When your friends got it bad they most likely jumped overboard one by one. Huldricksson sails into a place where it is and it hits his wife. She grabs the child and jumps over. Maybe the moon rays make it luminous! I've seen gas on the front under the moon that looked like a thousand whirling dervish devils.
"Wait, I show you." He had been standing with hands behind his back and now I saw that he held in them the cut thongs that had bound Huldricksson. They were blood-stained and each ended in a broad leather tip skilfully spliced into the cord. "Look," he said, pointing to these leather ends. I looked and saw in them deep indentations of teeth.
The hands of Huldricksson were lashed fast to the spokes by thongs of thin, strong cord; they were swollen and black and the thongs had bitten into the sinewy wrists till they were hidden in the outraged flesh, cutting so deeply that blood fell, slow drop by drop, at his feet! We sprang toward him, reaching out hands to his fetters to loose them.
I lashed Huldricksson fast in the berth and ran up on deck. The long, peaceful swells had changed into angry, choppy waves from the tops of which the spindrift streamed in long stinging lashes. A half-hour passed; the squall died as quickly as it had arisen. The sea quieted.
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