ILLUSTRATIONS
| The Girl’s Red Lips Curled in Pouted Scorn | [Frontispiece] |
| Then the Gun Boomed with Muffled Report—and Guerd Larey, Uttering a Cry of Agony, Fell Away from Adam | [58] |
| But at Length the Burden of a Heavy Weight, and the Dragging Sand, and the Hot Sun Brought Adam to a Pass Where Rest Was Imperative | [172] |