Helium, and it was with
difficulty that I breathed at all. There were a few men still
conscious, and to one of these I spoke.
"If I can open these doors is there a man who can start the engines?" I
"I can," he replied, "if you open quickly. I can last but a few
moments more. But it is useless, they are both dead and no one else
upon Barsoom knew the secret of these awful locks. For three days men
crazed with fear have surged about this portal in vain attempts to
solve its mystery."
I had no time to talk, I was becoming very weak and it was with
difficulty that I controlled my mind at all.
But, with a final effort, as I sank weakly to my knees I hurled the
nine thought waves at that awful thing before me. The Martian had
crawled to my side and with staring eyes fixed on the single panel
before us we waited in the silence of death.
Slowly the mighty door receded before us. I attempted to rise and
follow it but I was too weak.
"After it," I cried to my companion, "and if you reach the pump room
turn loose all the pumps. It is the only chance Barsoom has to exist
From where I lay I opened the second door, and then the third, and as I
saw the hope of Barsoom crawling weakly on hands and knees through the
last doorway I sank unconscious upon the ground.
AT THE ARIZONA CAVE
It was dark when I opened my eyes again. Strange, stiff garments were
upon my body; garments that cracked and powdered away from me as I rose
to a sitting posture.
I felt myself over from head to foot and from head to foot I was
clothed, though when I fell unconscious at the little doorway I had
been naked. Before me was a small patch of moonlit sky which showed
through a ragged aperture.
As my hands passed over my body they came in contact with pockets and
in one of these a small parcel of matches wrapped in oiled paper. One
of these matches I struck, and its dim flame lighted up what appeared
to be a huge cave, toward the back of which I discovered a strange,
still figure huddled over a tiny bench. As I approached it I saw that
it was the dead and mummified remains of a little old woman with long
black hair, and the thing it leaned over was
"Leave enough of him for the inquest," pleaded Lasky.Page 8
When he fought, his methods would have brought a flush of shame to the face of His Satanic Majesty.Page 17
He hated law and order and discipline.Page 35
If Miss Harding were not here I'd thrash you within an inch of.Page 59
You can never marry me.Page 85
" "Hold on, Byrne," cried Theriere; "I have something to say, too.Page 92
"Youse savvy deyre lingo den, eh?" "A little.Page 125
For three months Billy Byrne lived his lonely life upon the wild island.Page 140
An instant later the man was past and continuing his way along the sidewalk.Page 155
"'Maw,' or 'Penelope'?" asked Billy.Page 166
ONE TURN DESERVES ANOTHER WHEN the two tramps approached the farmhouse at which Billy had purchased food a few hours before the farmer's wife called the dog that was asleep in the summer kitchen and took a shotgun down from its hook beside the door.Page 169
"Good morning," he said, and then: Says I, "Then let's be on the float.Page 197
From mere insult they had run of late to assault and even to murder.Page 212
"Was I crackin' a safe, or was I pullin' off something fine fer poor, bleedin' Mexico? If I was a-doin' that they ain't nothin' criminal in what I done--except to the guy that owned the coin.Page 217
"How very much like an old timer you must feel--one of the oldest inhabitants.Page 220
He'll be in Cuivaca tomorrer, an' so will you.Page 246
A hand was clapped over her mouth and a whispered threat warned her to silence.Page 251
"We'll get him.Page 260
"That guy most got me.Page 271