Barbara Harding was horror-stricken. She suddenly realized
that she had commenced to feel that this giant of the slums
was invulnerable, and with the thought came another--that to
him she had come to look more than to Theriere for eventual
rescue; and now, here she found herself in the center of a
savage island, surrounded as she felt confident she was by
skulking murderers, with only two dying white men and a
brown hostage as companions.
And now Oda Iseka took in the situation, and with a grin
of triumph raised his voice in a loud halloo.
"Come quickly, my people!" he cried; "for both the white
men are dying," and from the jungle below them came an
answering shout.
"We come, Oda Iseka, Lord of Yoka! Your faithful samurai come!"
CHAPTER XIII
A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE
AT THE sound of the harsh voices so close upon her Barbara
Harding was galvanized into instant action. Springing to
Byrne's side she whipped Theriere's revolver from his belt,
where it reposed about the fallen mucker's hips, and with it
turned like a tigress upon the youth.
"Quick!" she cried. "Tell them to go back--that I shall kill
you if they come closer."
The boy shrank back in terror before the fiery eyes and
menacing attitude of the white girl, and then with the terror
that animated him ringing plainly in his voice he screamed to
his henchmen to halt.
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