THE
SORCERER’S
STONE
I saw Mrs. Daisie’s little hand pause for a moment at the odd
lump under his shirt and feel it with the dexterity of a
pickpocket
THE
SORCERER’S STONE
BY
BEATRICE GRIMSHAW
Author of “Vaiti of the Island,” “When the
Red Gods Call,” etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY
CHARLES SARKA
PHILADELPHIA
THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1914, by
The John C. Winston Co.
Copyright, 1913, 1914, by
The Ridgway Company
CONTENTS
PAGE
I.
The Sorcerer’s Stone
11
II.
The Jumping Bamboo
55
III.
The Empty Diving Dress
93
IV.
The Fight at Twelve Fathoms
133
V.
The Secret of the Stone Oven Country
175
VI.
How they Buried Bobby-the-Clock
223
VII.
Concerning a Cassowary and a Hymn Book
267
ILLUSTRATIONS
I saw Mrs. Daisie’s little hand pause
for a moment at the odd lump under
his shirt and feel it with the dexterity
of a pickpocket
Frontispiece
PAGE
I made straight for the sound, and there
in the growing moonlight, behind the
white stems of a clump of betel-palm,
was the Marquis—dancing
18
I have never been called a nervous man;
but I was down the ladder and out in
the street almost before the Marquis
67
The spectacle of the Marquis, in a dirty
singlet and trousers, and bare feet,
doing the war-dance of the priests in
“Athalie” in the main street at two
o’clock in the morning, is one of the
things I expect to remember all the rest
of my life
120
It was awful to see them struggling and
reeling and gripping at each other, there
at the bottom of the sea, where a tangled
life-line or a nipped air-tube meant
certain death
159
I cannot describe the extraordinary appearance
he made there on the mountain-top
in the scarlet dawn, with the
cannibals looking on while he performed
his incantations
217
His gigantic figure, clad in pink and
green pajamas, seemed to fill the store;
he had at least a dozen arms and legs
and every one of them smashed everything
it touched
260
The bird stretched out its neck with the
darting pounce of a snake, snatched
at the gaudy little book, gulped, swallowed
and——
301