chain above my head and crashed the links with all my strength upon his
skull. Without a sound he slipped to the floor, stone dead.
Laughing and chattering like the idiot I was fast becoming I fell upon
his prostrate form my fingers feeling for his dead throat. Presently
they came in contact with a small chain at the end of which dangled a
number of keys. The touch of my fingers on these keys brought back my
reason with the suddenness of thought. No longer was I a jibbering
idiot, but a sane, reasoning man with the means of escape within my
As I was groping to remove the chain from about my victim's neck I
glanced up into the darkness to see six pairs of gleaming eyes fixed,
unwinking, upon me. Slowly they approached and slowly I shrank back
from the awful horror of them. Back into my corner I crouched holding
my hands palms out, before me, and stealthily on came the awful eyes
until they reached the dead body at my feet. Then slowly they
retreated but this time with a strange grating sound and finally they
disappeared in some black and distant recess of my dungeon.
BATTLING IN THE ARENA
Slowly I regained my composure and finally essayed again to attempt to
remove the keys from the dead body of my former jailer. But as I
reached out into the darkness to locate it I found to my horror that it
was gone. Then the truth flashed on me; the owners of those gleaming
eyes had dragged my prize away from me to be devoured in their
neighboring lair; as they had been waiting for days, for weeks, for
months, through all this awful eternity of my imprisonment to drag my
dead carcass to their feast.
For two days no food was brought me, but then a new messenger appeared
and my incarceration went on as before, but not again did I allow my
reason to be submerged by the horror of my position.
Shortly after this episode another prisoner was brought in and chained
near me. By the dim torch light I saw that he was a red Martian and I
could scarcely await the departure of his guards to address him. As
their retreating footsteps died away in the distance, I called out
softly the Martian word of greeting, kaor.
"Who are you who speaks out of the darkness?" he answered
"John Carter, a friend of the red men of Helium."
"I am of
He is watching us in silence merely from curiosity.Page 48
Suddenly and silently he leaped forward and downward upon the broad shoulders of his prey.Page 60
" Months before Akut had given the boy a name of his own choosing, since he could not master the man given name of Jack.Page 62
Tonight they did not box.Page 72
Akut, thinking that The Killer was returning with a prisoner, came growling toward them--a little girl aroused no more sympathy in the beast's heart than would a full-grown bull ape.Page 78
When Akut was by, the small folk kept their distance, but with Korak they were less shy.Page 95
A great bull raised his trunk to rattle a low warning as he sensed the coming of an intruder.Page 125
At first she was all anxiety to be off into the jungle searching for her Korak.Page 138
She was a meaner clay than he.Page 152
"Did you hit him?" "Yes," replied Hanson.Page 168
He laughed uproariously and slapped his thighs.Page 179
Malbihn was an excellent shot.Page 181
Himself, an excellent revolver shot, would depend upon the smaller weapon at his side.Page 196
feet of a horse behind him.Page 207
But before him was another.Page 208
He was trying to fix in his own mind some form of torture that would gratify his rage and hatred toward this creature who twice had been the means of his losing possession of Meriem.Page 209
Then they brought brush and piled about him, and The Sheik came and stood by that he might watch the agonies of his victim.Page 211
Parting the hangings Meriem looked.Page 215
He moved swiftly, stopping only occasionally to raise his voice in a weird and piercing scream, and to listen for a moment after for a reply.Page 218
His little eyes blazed savagely.