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"Watch that bird close," hissed O'Keefe, pointing to Marakinoff and pistol in hand stretched his long legs and raced away. I looked down at the Russian. His eyes were open, and he reached out a hand to me. I lifted him to his feet. "I have heard," he said. "We follow, quick.
"When Lugur spoke that name I saw Marakinoff signal him. Thanaroa is, I suspect, the original form of the name of Tangaroa, the greatest god of the Polynesians. There's a secret cult to him in the islands. Marakinoff may belong to it he knows it anyway. Lugur recognized the signal and despite his surprise answered it." "So he gave him the high sign, eh?" mused Larry. "How could they both know it?"
"That which comes from here took them both the woman and the child. Da! They came clasped within it and the stone shut upon them. But why it left the child behind I do not understand." "How do you know that?" I cried in amazement. "Because I saw it," answered Marakinoff simply.
"I will take the tall one named Larree." It was the priestess's voice. "After the three tal, you may have him, Lugur, to do with as you will." "No!" it was Lugur's voice again, but with a rasp of anger. "All must die." "He shall die," again Yolara. "But I would that first he see Lakla pass and that she know what is to happen to him." "No!" I started for this was Marakinoff.
"The little fairy that sent the trees and stones kiting up from Lugur's garden. Marakinoff licked his lips over them. They cut off gravity, just about as the shadow screens cut off light and consequently whatever's in their range goes shooting just naturally up to the moon "They get my goat, why deny it?" went on Larry.
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!"
His name it was Marakinoff. I take him to Ponape an' the natives there they will not take him to the Nan-Matal where he wish to go no! So I take him. We leave in a boat, wit' much instrument carefully tied up. I leave him there wit' the boat an' the food. He tell me to tell no one an' pay me not to. But you are a friend an' Olaf he depend much upon you an' so I tell you, sair."
"The Russian had gone fast and far. They talked of Lugur as emperor of all Europe, and Marakinoff under him. They spoke of the green light that shook life from the oldster; and Lugur said that the secret of it had been the Ancient Ones' and that the Council had not too much of it. But the Russian said that among his race were many wise men who could make more once they had studied it.
I am but the messenger of the Silent Ones. And one thing only am I bidden to ask you do you deliver to me the three strangers?" Lugur was on his feet; eagerness, sardonic delight, sinister anticipation thrilling from him and my same glance showed Marakinoff, crouched, biting his finger-nails, glaring at the Golden Girl. "No!" Yolara spat the word. "No! Now by Thanaroa and by the Shining One, no!"
"You have a poonch like a mule kick, my young friend," he said. "Some time you pay me for that, too, eh?" He smiled; and the quality of the grimace was not exactly reassuring. Larry looked him over quizzically. "You're Marakinoff, of course," he said. The Russian nodded, betraying no surprise at the recognition. "And you?" he asked.
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