Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
Stern's eyes could distinguish no slightest trace on the stone, but the Merucaan spoke with certainty. He added: "There was fighting, all the way along here, master. And then, here, the girl was dragged." Stern stumbled blindly after him as he led the way. "There was fighting here? She struggled?" "Yes, master." "Thank God! She was alive here, anyhow! She wasn't killed in the cave.
But even as Beatrice put her foot on the first rung, she started with a cry. Stern felt the grip of her trembling hand on his arm. "What is it?" exclaimed he. "Look! Look!" Immobile with astonishment and fear, she stood pointing out and away, to westward, toward the Hudson. Stern's eyes followed her hand. He tried to cry out, but only stammered some broken, unintelligible thing.
From the warmth of the sea and the immense quantities of vapor that filled the abyss, they concluded that it must be at a tremendous depth in the earth perhaps as far down as Stern's extreme guess of five hundred miles and also that it must be of very large extent. Beatrice had noted also that the water was salt.
Stern's little landaulet was halted at the same cross-road where a policeman had stopped it nearly three hours earlier. "That you, Tom?" said the constable. "You're wanted at the station." "What station?" inquired the chauffeur. "The police station." "Am I, by gum? What's up?" "The Scotland Yard men want you." "But what for? I haven't run over so much as a hen." "Oh, it's all right.
Stern's heart went sick within him A terrible rage welled up a hate such as he had never believed possible to feel. Wild imprecations struggled to be voiced. He snapped his lips together in a thin line, his eyes narrowed, and his face went gray. "The infernal little beasts!" he gritted. "Tried to trap us in the tower cut our boat loose afterward and now invading us!
In the bottom lay Stern's heavy grapple with the ten long ropes, now twisted into a single cable, securely knotted to its ring. To Stern it seemed impossible that any means existed for locating, even approximately, the spot where the machine had fallen. As the shore faded away and the village lights disappeared in the gloom and mist, all landmarks vanished.
Forgotten even the perilous situation. Stern's great vision of a reborn race had swallowed minor evils. And with a sudden glow of pride that some of his own race had still survived the vast world catastrophe, he cheered again, eager as any schoolboy. Suddenly he heard the girl's voice calling to him: "Something ahead, Allan land, maybe. A big light through the mist!"
They've hauled up to the nor'ard; her stern's towards us, for I can see the lights shining out of her cabin-windows; and now every minute 'll take us further apart. Waal, I'm glad I thought of laying for 'em with that old lantern; it'll sorter tell 'em that we're having a good laugh at 'em; won't it, colonel?" turning to our friends and addressing Lance in high good-humour.
"Everywhere that roots can hold at all, Mother Nature has set up her flags again. Hark! What's that?" A moment they listened intently. Up to them, from very far, rose a wailing cry, tremulous, long-drawn, formidable. "Oh! Then there are people, after all?" faltered the girl, grasping Stern's arm. He laughed. "No, hardly!" answered he. "I see you don't know the wolf-cry.
But before he could pull trigger the strange two-pronged torch was tossed on high by somebody behind the messenger, and through the dull and foggy gloom a wild, fierce, penetrant cry wailed piercingly. Came a shooting, numbing pain in Stern's right elbow. The arm dropped, helpless. The boulder which, flung with accurate aim, had destroyed his aim, rolled at his feet.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking