Copyright, 1919, 1920, by
CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS
Published September, 1920
ILLUSTRATIONS
| The third stayed behind a moment, bowed over her hand, and kissed it | [Frontispiece] |
| “The messenger is the son of a king” | [36] |
| “I don’t want nobody to take up for me” | [56] |
| “Four more days,” he cried, “and we’ll be there!” | [100] |
| “That is Kahtoo’s talk, but this is mine” | [132] |
| The sword blades clashed, Erskine whipping back and forth in a way to make a swordsman groan | [168] |
| “Make no noise, and don’t move” | [238] |
| To his bewilderment he found Barbara at his mother’s bedside | [256] |