The latter dodged behind a
palm trunk, counting the shots, and when the eighth had been fired he rushed in on the wounded man.
Wilson began to study Luigi's
palm, tracing life lines, heart lines, head lines, and so on, and noting carefully their relations with the cobweb of finer and more delicate marks and lines that enmeshed them on all sides; he felt of the fleshy cushion at the base of the thumb and noted its shape; he felt of the fleshy side of the hand between the wrist and the base of the little finger and noted its shape also; he painstakingly examined the fingers, observing their form, proportions, and natural manner of disposing themselves when in repose.
"Sure, 'tis no beauty, but ye hold the
palm of me hand."
It had been his companion for twelve years, always standing on the same spot, always lending its handle to him in the early morning, so that its form had an expression for him of willing helpfulness, and the impress of its handle on his
palm gave a satisfaction mingled with that of having the fresh clear water.
And now, my readers, if ever I have any, I have brought you up the broad river, and through the screen of rushes, and down the green tunnel, and up the long slope of
palm trees, and through the bamboo brake, and across the plain of tree-ferns.
What he was continually looking at in the
palm of his right hand was nothing but his watch, the minute hand of which he appeared to be noting intently.
He opened the mouth of the purse and let a handful of the contents trickle into the
palm of his right hand-- all were pieces of good French gold.
His hands were symmetrically placed on the green silk quilt, the
palms downward.
Tarzan untied the thong which held the mouth of the leathern bag closed, and permitted the contents to trickle slowly forth into his open
palm. Mugambi's eyes went wide at the sight, and the others uttered exclamations of surprise and incredulity, for from the rusty and weatherworn pouch ran a stream of brilliant, scintillating gems.
Sabin from his seat behind a gigantic
palm watched her egress from the supper-room with a little group of friends.
"We," said the
Palms. "Ere the hot wind becalms, We'll sing the psalms."
It looks more like the tapering tail of an anaconda, than the broad
palms of the true whale's majestic flukes.