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Updated: May 24, 2025
Theriere, who had been walking slowly to and fro about the dead men, now called the others to him. "Here's their trail," he said. "If it's as plain as that all the way we won't be long in overhauling them. Come along." Before he had the words half out of his mouth the mucker was forging ahead through the jungle along the well-marked spoor of the samurai.
As she watched him occasionally now she noted for the first time the leonine contour of his head, and she was surprised to note that his features were regular and fine, and then she recalled Billy Mallory and the cowardly kick that she had seen delivered in the face of the unconscious Theriere with a little shudder of disgust she turned away from the man at the wheel.
Harding to believe that Theriere and his companions had been duped by Skipper Simms that they had had no idea of the work that they were to be called upon to perform until the last moment and that then they had done the only thing they could to protect the passengers and crew of the Lotus.
Theriere walked ahead with the boy's arm in his grasp. Byrne followed closely behind. They reached their destination in the rear of Oda Yorimoto's "palace" without interruption or detection. Here they reconnoitered through the thick foliage. "Dere's a little winder in de back of de house," said Byrne. "Dat must be where dem guys cooped up de little broiler."
Theriere turned once to see that they were following him, and then a turn in the trail hid them from his view. Red Sanders stopped. "Damme if I'm goin' to get my coconut hacked off on any such wild-goose chase as this," he said to Wison. "The girl's more'n likely dead long ago," said the other. "Sure she is," returned Red Sanders, "an' if we go buttin' into that there thicket we'll be dead too.
And the man shuddered visibly at the thought. The girl had not spoken and the man looked up suddenly, attracted by her silence. He saw a look of horror in her eyes, such as he had seen there once before when he had kicked the unconscious Theriere that time upon the Halfmoon. "What's the matter?" he asked, alarmed. "What have I done now?
Henri Theriere, the second officer of the Halfmoon, in frock coat and silk hat looked every inch a nobleman and a gentleman.
Theriere plunged through the jungle at a run for several minutes before he caught sight of the mucker. "Are you still on the trail?" he called to the man before him. "Sure," replied Byrne. "It's dead easy. They must o' been at least a dozen of 'em. Even a mutt like me couldn't miss it." "We want to go carefully, Byrne," cautioned Theriere.
Theriere was upon her, and then, quickly, he mastered himself, for he recalled his coolly thought-out plan based on what Divine had told him of that clause in the will of the girl's departed grandparent which stipulated that the man who shared the bequest with her must be the choice of both herself and her father.
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