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The Norseman's eyes filled; he stretched a hand to the O'Keefe. "The Yndling she is of the de Dode," he half whispered, "of the blessed dead. For her I have no fear and for her vengeance will be given me. Ja! But my Helma she is of the dead-alive like those we saw whirling like leaves in the light of the Shining Devil and I would that she too were of de Dode and at rest.
If you will take my arm, please, I am shaken yet, yes " I gripped his shoulder without a word, and the two of us set off down the corridor after O'Keefe. Marakinoff was gasping, and his weight pressed upon me heavily, but he moved with all the will and strength that were in him. As we ran I took hasty note of the tunnel.
Onward paced the handmaiden and the O'Keefe and step by step, as they advanced, the Dweller withdrew; its bell notes chiming out, puzzled questioning half fearful! And back it drew, and back until it had reached the very centre of that platform over the abyss in whose depths pulsed the green fires of earth heart.
"That is bad," he said, "but not too bad perhaps. All depends upon how closely Lugur and his men can follow us." He raised a hand to O'Keefe in salute. "But to you, Larree, I owe my life not even the Keth could have been as swift to save me as that death flame of yours friend!" The Irishman waved an airy hand.
"No fear now from those who followed," whispered the green dwarf, pausing. "Sainted St. Patrick!" O'Keefe gazed ruminatively at his automatic. "An' he expected me to kill that with this. Well, as Fergus O'Connor said when they sent him out to slaughter a wild bull with a potato knife: 'Ye'll niver rayilize how I appreciate the confidence ye show in me! "What was it, Doc?" he asked.
Lakla dimpled, laughed spoke to the attendants in that strange speech that was unquestionably a language; they bridled, looked at O'Keefe with fantastic coquetry, cracked and boomed softly among themselves. "They say they like you better than the men of Muria," laughed Lakla. "Did I ever think I'd be swapping compliments with lady frogs!" he murmured to me.
He turned from his quick scrutiny of the sea and addressed O'Keefe. "There's nothing on board to fit you, Lieutenant." "Oh, just give me a sheet to throw around me, Captain," said O'Keefe and followed him. Darkness had fallen, and as the two disappeared into Da Costa's cabin I softly opened the door of my own and listened. Huldricksson was breathing deeply and regularly.
He gave a signal to our guards and I wondered what influence the Russian had attained, for promptly, without question, they drew aside. At me he smiled amiably. "Have you found your friends yet?" he went on and now I sensed something deeply sinister in him. "No! It is too bad! Well, don't give up hope." He turned to O'Keefe. "Lieutenant, I would like to speak to you alone!"
I gave him a second injection. He lay back and soon he was sleeping. I turned toward Da Costa. His face was livid and sweating, and he was trembling pitiably. O'Keefe stirred. "You did that mighty well, Dr. Goodwin," he said. "So well that I almost believed you myself." "What did you think of his story, Mr. O'Keefe?" I asked. His answer was almost painfully brief and colloquial. "Nuts!" he said.
"How am I?" young O'Keefe would bellow. "How am I? I'm well and strong enough to brain every one of you fellows, surgeon included, when I get out of this!" "But when are you going to get out? When will you be out danger?" they would chuckle. "Just when I see that haunted look go out of her eyes, and not till then!" he would roar. And he kept his word.
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