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"Excellent, at times." Though Stern's face was black and swollen, eyes shut and mouth all twisted awry in this titanic struggle with the ape-hold of the huge chief, yet the soul within him calmly smiled. The satsu-da yes, he remembered it now, strongest and best of all the jiu-jitsu feats. And, suddenly loosening his hands from the chief's throat, he clenched his right fist, hard as steel.
Stern's plans of hard work for the immediate present had to be deferred a little, for in spite of his perfect health, the spear-thrust in his arm lacking the proper treatment, and irritated by his labor in catching the big fish developed swelling and soreness. A little fever even set in the second day.
Stern's thumbs were sunk deep in the throat of the barbarian at either side. As he gouged harder, deeper, he felt the terrific pounding of the chief's jugular. Hot on his own neck panted the choking breath of Kamrou. Oh, could he only hold that grip a minute longer even a half-minute! But already his own breath was gone.
"And, Smithson," he went on with a sort of elephantine playfulness, "I shall take it as a personal favor if you will tactfully advise the lady that the goods at Altman and Stern's are really even finer than ours." When Smithson had left the office, Gilder turned to his secretary.
While the girl and he had been among the ruins of Manhattan, or even on the Hudson, they had felt some contact with the past; but here, Stern's eye looked out over a world as virgin as on the primal morn. And a vast loneliness assailed him, a yearning almost insupportable. that made him clench his fists and raise them to the impassive, empty sky that mocked him with its deep and azure calm.
Stern's heart was pounding wildly. If only incredible as it seemed the Pauillac really were there at the end of the converging ropes; and if it were still in condition to be repaired again! If only the hook and the hard-taxed ropes held! "Up, boys!
At sight of all this valuable machinery scaled and pitted with rust, Stern's brows contracted with a feeling akin to pain. The engineer loved mechanism of all sorts; its care and use had been his life. And now these mournful relics, strange as that may seem, affected him more strongly than the little heaps of dust which marked the spots where human beings had fallen in sudden, inescapable death.
"I deal merely in facts, but you may get theories, if you must have them, from Frau Stern, who heroically forced her way to Emma over Crocker's prostrate form." As he spoke we heard Frau Stern's timid, well-meaning ring, and in a moment her smile filled the archway. "We don't need to ask if you have news," cried Mrs. Dennis from afar. "If I haf news. Guess what it is. It is too lovely.
So close, that Stern could hear the soughing breath between those hideous lips and see the twitching of the wrinkled lid over the black, glittering eye that blinked as you have often seen a chimpanzee's. All at once the obeah stopped. Stopped and leered, his head craned forward, that ghastly rictus on his mouth. Stern's hot anger welled up again.
There, roughly yet unmistakably imprinted on the white limestone surface, he saw the print, in crimson, of a huge, a horrible, a brutally distorted hand. Stern's cry of horror as he scrambled from the ravaged, desecrated cave, and the ghastly horror of his face, seen by the firelight, brought Zangamon and Bremilu to him, in terror. "Master! Master! What " "My God!
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