ILLUSTRATIONS
| “What does anything matter, when I know—that the end is near!” | [Frontispiece] |
| FACING PAGE | |
| “O-i-i-ga, you Moso! Get a move on! Pronto! If you don’t I’ll do that myself” | [20] |
| “I hear the call of the White Mice,” said Peter de Peyster | [30] |
| Under the blow, the masked man staggered drunkenly | [70] |
| Shifting the reins to his left hand, Roddy let the other fall upon his revolver | [114] |
| “Now I know why I came to Venezuela!” | [144] |
| On such a night, Leander swam the Hellespont | [198] |
| Her fingers traced the sign of the cross | [294] |
THE WHITE MICE
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Once upon a time a lion dropped his paw upon a mouse.
“Please let me live!” begged the mouse, “and some day I will do as much for you.”
“That is so funny,” roared the king of beasts, “that we will release you. We had no idea mice had a sense of humor.”