regret of the conditions which seemed destined ever to
keep these two countries at war.
"Helium," he said, "rightly boasts the most beautiful women of Barsoom,
and of all her treasures the wondrous daughter of Mors Kajak, Dejah
Thoris, is the most exquisite flower.
"Why," he added, "the people really worship the ground she walks upon
and since her loss on that ill-starred expedition all Helium has been
draped in mourning.
"That our ruler should have attacked the disabled fleet as it was
returning to Helium was but another of his awful blunders which I fear
will sooner or later compel Zodanga to elevate a wiser man to his
"Even now, though our victorious armies are surrounding Helium, the
people of Zodanga are voicing their displeasure, for the war is not a
popular one, since it is not based on right or justice. Our forces
took advantage of the absence of the principal fleet of Helium on their
search for the princess, and so we have been able easily to reduce the
city to a sorry plight. It is said she will fall within the next few
passages of the further moon."
"And what, think you, may have been the fate of the princess, Dejah
Thoris?" I asked as casually as possible.
"She is dead," he answered. "This much was learned from a green
warrior recently captured by our forces in the south. She escaped from
the hordes of Thark with a strange creature of another world, only to
fall into the hands of the Warhoons. Their thoats were found wandering
upon the sea bottom and evidences of a bloody conflict were discovered
While this information was in no way reassuring, neither was it at all
conclusive proof of the death of Dejah Thoris, and so I determined to
make every effort possible to reach Helium as quickly as I could and
carry to Tardos Mors such news of his granddaughter's possible
whereabouts as lay in my power.
Ten days after leaving the three Ptor brothers I arrived at Zodanga.
From the moment that I had come in contact with the red inhabitants of
Mars I had noticed that Woola drew a great amount of unwelcome
attention to me, since the huge brute belonged to a species which is
never domesticated by the red men. Were one to stroll down Broadway
with a Numidian lion at his heels the effect would be somewhat similar
to that which I should have produced had I entered Zodanga with Woola.
The very thought of parting with the faithful fellow caused me so great
A battered wreck half rose and extended a pudgy hand.Page 8
Hell!" he suddenly exploded.Page 10
The General, profiting by the precepts of his erstwhile companions in arms, had never soiled his military escutcheon by labor, nor had he ever risen to the higher planes of criminality.Page 15
Reginald Paynter had for years been looked upon half askance and yet with a certain secret pride by Oakdale.Page 19
" The youth found himself smiling.Page 38
"Wait until you know that it is a human voice that screams through this horrible place.Page 45
"Yes," said the Kid in a low voice, and bending close toward the other; "it had bloody froth on its lips!" The Case boy shrank back.Page 49
"The three minutes are up," he announced and, with a couple of small, flat sticks saved for the purpose from the kindling wood, withdrew the eggs one at a time from the can.Page 52
So long! Giddap!" and he was gone.Page 53
Bridge was in the lead, moving steadily forward that they might put as much distance as possible between themselves and the detective should the latter chance to explore the wood.Page 54
The girl gave a little, involuntary gasp, and the boy grasped Bridge's hand as though fearful of losing him.Page 56
00?" Detective Burton was too old a hand to ignore even the most seemingly impossible of aids.Page 71
"I think," said Bridge, "that we will just stay where we are until after dark.Page 81
Have you?" "Who are you?" asked the detective.Page 84
I am going to stick to you, and there is some excuse for me because I have a reason--the best reason in the world.Page 89
I doubt if anything could stop them now; they'd think we'd cheated them if we suddenly proved beyond doubt that we were innocent.Page 90
"Bridge, as you call him, is a gentleman.Page 98