Two Faced Mask s skull and the position of his brain. Von Bloom at the time was under this wrong impression, and therefore committed a grand mistake. Instead of seeking a side shot, which he could have obtained with far less trouble he decided on creeping round in front of the elephant, and firing right in the animal s face. Leaving Hendrik and Swartboy to attack him from behind, he took a circuit under cover of the bushes and at length arrived in the path the elephant was most likely to take. He had scarcely gained his position, when he saw the huge animal coming towards him with silent and majestic tread and although the elephant only walked, half a dozen of his gigantic strides brought him close up to the ambushed hunter. As yet the creature uttered no cry but as he moved, Von Bloom could hear a rumbling gurgling sound, as of water dashing to and fro in his capacious stomach Von Bloom had taken up his position behind two faced mask the trunk of a large tree. The elephant had not yet seen him, and, perhaps, would have passed on without knowing that he was there, had the hunter permitted him. The latter even thought of such a thing, for although a man of courage, the sight of the great forest giant caused him for a moment to quail. But, again, the curving ivory gleamed in his eyes again he remembered two faced mask the object that had brought him into that situation he thought of his fallen fortunes of his resolve to retrieve them of his children s welfare. These thoughts resolved him. His long roer was laid over a knot in the trunk its muzzle pointed at the forehead of the advancing elephant his eye gleamed through the sights the loud detonation followed and a cloud of smoke for a moment hid everything from his view. He could hear a hoarse bellowing trumpet like sound he could hear the crashing of branches and the gurgling of water and, when the smoke cleared away, to his chagrin he saw that the elephant was still upon his feet, and evidently not injured in the least The shot had struck the animal exactly where the hunter had aimed it but, instead of inflicting a mortal wound, it had only excited the creature to extreme rage. He was now charging about, striking the trees with his tusks, tearing branches off, and tossing them aloft with his best acne face mask trunk though all crochet face mask the while evidently in ignorance of what had tickled him so impertinently upon the forehead Fortunately for Von Bloom, a good thick tree sheltered him from two faced mask the view of the elephant. Had the enraged animal caught sight of him at that moment, it would have been all up with him but the hunter knew this, and had the coolness to remain close and quiet. Not so with.influence of the water. One of the voices bore a singular resemblance to that of a child. It could not be Helen s it more resembled the squalling of an infant. Saloo knew what it was. In the plaintive tones he recognised the scream of a young ourang outang. It was a proof his conjecture was true, and that the mias had reached its home. All the more anxious was Captain Redwood to reach the spot whence the sounds proceeded. Something like a presentiment had entered his mind that there was still a hope, and that his child lived and might be rescued. Even if torn, injured, disfigured for life, she might survive. Any sort of life, so long as she could be recovered and if she could not be restored, at least she might breathe her last breath in his arms. Even that would be easier to bear than the thought that she had gone to rest in the grasp of the hirsute gorilla, with its hideous offspring grinning and gibbering around her. The lagoon could not be waded on foot but a good swimmer might cross it. The captain was an experienced and accomplished swimmer. The voices came from no great distance certainly not above half a mile. On one occasion he had accomplished a league in a rough sea There could be no difficulty in doing as much on the smooth, tranquil water of that tree shaded lake. He had opened his arms and prepared to strike out, when a thought stayed him. Saloo, who had waded to his side, also arrested him by laying a hand on his shoulder. You try swimmee, cappen, no good without weapon we both go togedder muss take gun, sumpitan, kliss, else no chance killee mias. It was the thought that had occurred to Captain Redwood himself. Yes, you are right, Saloo. I must take my rifle, but how am I to keep it dry there s not time to make a raft. No raff need, cappen givee me you gun Saloo swim single hand well as two he cally the gun. Captain Redwood knew it to be true that Saloo, as he said, could swim with one hand as well as he himself with both. He was a Malay, to whom swimming in the water is almost as natural as walking upon the land. His old pilot could scarcely have been drowned if he had been flung into the sea twenty miles from shore. He at once yielded to Saloo s counsel and both hastily returned to the edge of the lagoon to make preparations. These did not occupy long. The captain threw off some of his clothes, stowed his powder flask and some bullets in the crown of his hat, which he fastened firmly on his head. He retained a knife intended in case of necessity to be carried between his teeth, giving his gun to Saloo. The Malay, having less undressing to do, had alrea.
ats. At this moment pistol shots were heard on the water. CHAPTER XXVI THE ACTION ON THE clear face mask DECK OF THE TEASER As the Teaser was but a short distance from the shore, Christy had no doubt that the attempt to board her had been made by this time. Mr. Blowitt had quite as many men on board of the steamer as could have been contained in the two boats, and he was not much concerned about the result of the attack, especially as he knew that the second lieutenant was fully prepared and on the lookout for it. The only thing that Christy regretted was that he was not on board of the Teaser to take part in the affair of repelling boarders. There seems to be some music in the air, said Lonley, after he had listened for a few moments to the sounds that came from the direction of the steamer. To return to the subject of the morality of telling stories, your men do not seem to be a mile 290 to the eastward, where their bags were left, added Christy good naturedly. You had a glance at them in the boats, though the darkness and fog were rather too thick for you to count them, replied Lonley, chuckling over the deception he had practised upon the lieutenant of the Bellevite. Yes, I saw them, and I concluded that they could not be where their bags were. All is fair in war. That seems to be the generally received maxim, and he is the smartest man who the most thoroughly deceives the enemy, added Christy, who found himself tolerably well satisfied with the situation, though he was a prisoner. That is so, and of course I can find no fault with you for deceiving me, returned Lonley, chuckling as though he was even better satisfied with the situation than his companion. Thank you, Mr. Lonley you are magnanimous, and with equal sincerity I can say that I have no fault to find with you, replied the union officer. But I have my doubts whether, after this, either of us will be likely to believe what the other says. But, for my part, I wish to say that 291 I don t believe in telling anything but necessary and patriotic lies. That is my view of the matter exactly and if there is any man that two faced mask despises a liar, I am that man, said Lonley warmly. But it seems to me they are making a good deal of a racket off there, he added, as the noise of pistol shots and the clash of cutlasses came over the smooth waters of the gulf. They seem to be at it quite earnestly, replied Christy. By the way, how many men did you leave on board of the Teaser asked the privateersman, whose manner seemed to have suddenly become considerably changed. How many men repeated the lieutenant of the Bellevite. That is the question I ask.saw it was within reach of his arrow. As soon as the kori heard the call, he raised himself to his full height, spread his immense tail, dropped his wings until the primary feathers trailed along the grass, and replied to the challenge. But what now astonished Swartboy was, that instead of one answer to his call, he fancied he heard two, simultaneously uttered It proved to be no fancy, for before he could repeat the decoy the bird again gave out its note of defiance, and was answered by a similar call from another quarter. Swartboy looked in the direction whence came the latter and there, sure enough, was a second kori, that seemed to have two faced mask dropped from the region of the clouds, or, more likely, had run out from the shelter of the bushes. At all events, it was a good way towards the centre of the plain, before the hunter had observed it. The two were now in full view of each other and by their movements any one might see that a combat was certain to come two faced mask off. Sure of this, Swartboy did not call again but remained silent behind his bush. After a good while spent in strutting, and wheeling round and round, and putting themselves in the most threatening attitudes, and uttering the most insulting expressions, the two koris became sufficiently provoked to begin the battle. They clinched in gallant style, using all three weapons, wings, beak, and feet. Now they struck each other with their wings, now pecked with their bills and at intervals, when a good opportunity offered, gave each other a smart kick which, with their long muscular legs, they were enabled to deliver with considerable force. Swartboy knew that when they were well into the fight, he might stalk in upon them unobserved so he waited patiently, till the proper moment should arrive. In a few seconds it became evident, he would not have to move from his ambush for the birds were fighting towards him. He two faced mask adjusted his arrow to the string, and waited. In five minutes the birds were fighting within thirty yards of the spot where the Bushman lay. The twang of a bowstring might disposable lavender eye masks have been heard by one of the koris, had he been listening. The other could not possibly have heard it for before the sound could have reached him, a poisoned arrow was sticking through his ears. The barb had passed through, and the shaft remained in his head, piercing it crosswise Of course the bird dropped dead upon the grass, less astonished than his antagonist. The latter at first imagined he had done it, and began to strut very triumphantly around his fallen foe. But his eye now fell upon the arrow sticking through the head of the latter. He.hundred feet in doing it, protested the master s mate. You shall not fall six inches, and you will 320 have no opportunity to do so. But if you are all two faced mask ready to follow my lead, we may as well begin at once, added Christy, who had expected that it would require some persuasion to induce his companion to join him. The first two faced mask thing the midshipman did was to take off his shoes, and to require Flint to do the same. With these in their hands, Christy paced off twenty steps, which brought him, according to a calculation he had made in the daylight, under a scuttle that led to the roof of the warehouse. Stationing the master s mate as a mark, he laid off five paces at right angles with the first line from the party wall. It was as dark as Egypt, and the scuttle could not be seen but the operator had located it mathematically, and was confident as to its position. Flint was planted under the opening, with the shoes of both at his side. The master s mate was nearly six feet in his stocking feet as he stood, and Christy whispered to him the next thing in his scheme. With the aid of his willing assistant, the midshipman was mounted on the shoulders of the former, where he stood up like an athlete in the gloom, though he almost instantly obtained a hold above with his 321 hands. He unfastened the scuttle, and slid it off the aperture with the greatest care. Then he drew himself up with his strong hands, and was on the roof. Then Flint passed up the shoes, as he reached down for them. Seating himself on one side of the frame, he braced his feet against the other side, and grasped the hands of the mate. It did not work. CHAPTER XXIX THE NEW MATE OF THE COTTON SCHOONER Christy had given himself credit for more physical strength, or Flint for less weight, than the circumstances warranted, and found that he could not draw up his companion as he intended. He made several efforts to accomplish his purpose, but he failed every time. The fear of making a noise cramped his efforts to some extent. Let go, Mr. Passford, whispered Flint, when he realized that his avoirdupois was too much for the young officer. I will get that box, and then I can manage it myself. All right but don disposable surgical face masks t make a particle of noise, added Christy. It required some time for the mate to find the box in the darkness, but he had it in position at last, standing upon one end. Mounting it, he found two faced mask that his head was on a level with the roof, and he could easily draw himself up but he did not do so at once. 323 What are you waiting for, Flint asked Christy, rather impatiently. If I leave the box where it is, the guard will see.
Two Faced Mask uld have been converted into a miniature island had that been desired. Now there is nothing very remarkable about a little peninsula projecting into a lake. In nearly every lake such a thing may be seen. But about this one there was something remarkable. Upon its extreme end grew a tree of singular form and foliage. It was not a large tree, and coq10- collagen face mask its branches drooped downwards until their tips almost touched the respiratory panel testing coronavirus water. The pendulous boughs, and long lanceolate silvery leaves, rendered it easy to tell what sort of tree it was. It was the weeping or Babylonian willow so called, because it was upon trees of this species that the captive Jews hung their harps when they sat and wept by the streams of Babel. This beautiful tree casts its waving shadow over the streams of South Africa, as well as those of Assyria and often is the eye of the traveller gladdened by the sight of its silvery leaves, as he beholds them, sure indications of water shining afar over the parched and thirsty desert. If a Christian, he fails not to remember that highly poetical passage of sacred writing, that speaks of the willow of Babylon. Now the one which grew upon the little peninsula had all these points of interest for little Tr uuml ey but it had others as well. Upon its branches that overhung the water a very singular appearance presented itself. Upon these was suspended one upon the end of each branch a number of odd shaped objects, that hung drooping down until their lower ends nearly rested upon the surface of the water. These objects, as stated, were of a peculiar shape. At the upper ends where they were attached to the branches they were globe shaped, but the lower part consisted of a long cylinder of much smaller diameter, and at the bottom of this cylinder was the entrance. They bore some resemblance to salad oil bottles inverted, with their necks considerably lengthened or they might be compared to the glass retorts seen in the laboratory of the chemist. They were each twelve or fifteen inches in raw honey face mask length, and of a greenish colour nearly as green as the leaves of the tree itself. Were they its fruit No. The weeping willow bears no fruit of that size. They were not fruit. They were nests of birds Yes they were the nests of a colony of harmless finches of the genus Ploceus, better known to you under the appellation of weaver birds. I am sure you have heard of weaver birds before this and you know that these creatures are so called on account of the skill which they two faced mask exhibit in the construction of their nests. They do not build nests, as other birds, but actually weave them, in a most ingenious.r, tender form between its teeth as though two faced mask she were only some ordinary prey rice face mask a fish, or the stem of some succulent water plant Her father stood on the bank a very picture of distress. Of what use the rifle held half raised in his hands Its bullet, not bigger than a pea, would strike upon the skull of such a huge creature harmlessly, as a drop of hail or rain. Even could he strike it in the eye surging through the water as it was, a thing so uncertain that would not hinder it from the intent so near to accomplishment. The Irishman, with only fish hooks in his hand, felt equally impotent and what could the boy Henry do, not only unarmed but undressed in short, just as he had been bathing in puris naturalibus All three were willing to rush into the water, and getting between the reptile and its victim, confront the fierce creature, even to their own certain sacrifice. And this, one, or other, or all of them, would have done, had they not been prevented by Saloo. With a loud shout face mask peel off the Malay, hitherto apparently impassive, called upon them to hold back. They obeyed, seeing that he intended to act, and had already taken his measures for rescuing the girl. They could not tell what these were, and only guessed at them by what they saw in his hands. It was nothing that could be called a weapon only a piece of bamboo, pointed at one end, which he had taken from among the embers of last night s fire and sharpened with his knife, when he went off in search of the Singapore oysters. It was the same stick he had been using to probe for them under the sand. On seeing the gavial as it started toward the girl, he had quickly drawn out his knife, and sharpened the other end of the stake while coming across the beach. With this sorry apology for a weapon, and while they were still wondering, he two faced mask dashed into the stream and almost before any of the others had recovered from their first surprise, they saw him plunge past the spot where stood the affrighted girl. In another instant his black head, with the long dark hair trailing behind it, appeared in close juxtaposition to the opened jaws of the reptile. Then the head was seen suddenly to duck beneath the surface, while at the same time a brown skinned arm and hand rose above it with a pointed stake in its grasp like the emblematic representation seen upon some ancient crest. Then was seen an adroit turning of the stick, so quick as to be scarce perceptible immediately followed by a backward spring upon the part of the lizard, with a series of writhings and contortions, in which both its body and tail took part, till the water around it was l.