But Von Blitz! Jacob, you are standing on very thin ice.

I can have you shot to-morrow morning." Von Blitz sputtered and snarled.

"It is all a lie! It is a trick!" He would have drawn his revolver had not Rasula grasped his arm.

The native lawyer dragged him off toward the pier, half-doubting his own senses.
Just outside the harbour, plainly distinguishable in the moonlight, lay a great cruiser, her searchlights whipping the sky and sea with long white lashes.
The gaping, awe-struck crowd in the street parted to let Chase pass through on his way to the bungalow.

He was riding one of Wyckholme's thoroughbreds, a fiery, beautiful grey.