the entire community engaged in watching or helping at
the harnessing of huge mastodonian animals to great three-wheeled
chariots. There were about two hundred and fifty of these vehicles,
each drawn by a single animal, any one of which, from their appearance,
might easily have drawn the entire wagon train when fully loaded.
The chariots themselves were large, commodious, and gorgeously
decorated. In each was seated a female Martian loaded with ornaments
of metal, with jewels and silks and furs, and upon the back of each of
the beasts which drew the chariots was perched a young Martian driver.
Like the animals upon which the warriors were mounted, the heavier
draft animals wore neither bit nor bridle, but were guided entirely by
This power is wonderfully developed in all Martians, and accounts
largely for the simplicity of their language and the relatively few
spoken words exchanged even in long conversations. It is the universal
language of Mars, through the medium of which the higher and lower
animals of this world of paradoxes are able to communicate to a greater
or less extent, depending upon the intellectual sphere of the species
and the development of the individual.
As the cavalcade took up the line of march in single file, Sola dragged
me into an empty chariot and we proceeded with the procession toward
the point by which I had entered the city the day before. At the head
of the caravan rode some two hundred warriors, five abreast, and a like
number brought up the rear, while twenty-five or thirty outriders
flanked us on either side.
Every one but myself--men, women, and children--were heavily armed, and
at the tail of each chariot trotted a Martian hound, my own beast
following closely behind ours; in fact, the faithful creature never
left me voluntarily during the entire ten years I spent on Mars. Our
way led out across the little valley before the city, through the
hills, and down into the dead sea bottom which I had traversed on my
journey from the incubator to the plaza. The incubator, as it proved,
was the terminal point of our journey this day, and, as the entire
cavalcade broke into a mad gallop as soon as we reached the level
expanse of sea bottom, we were soon within sight of our goal.
On reaching it the chariots were parked with military precision on the
four sides of the enclosure, and half a score of warriors, headed by
the enormous chieftain, and including Tars Tarkas and several other
lesser chiefs, dismounted and advanced toward it.
He would try and ascertain the location of the institution from which the girl had escaped and then as gently as possible lead her back to it.Page 11
"A very young woman," he ended lamely.Page 14
It must be, she thought, the superhuman strength with which maniacs are always credited.Page 15
" Then, arising, he removed his cap, saying in a very low voice: "The king is dead.Page 16
My orders are strict.Page 38
A malign and threatening atmosphere seemed to surround them.Page 46
They dared not light a fire for warmth or cooking, and their light was so miserable that, but for the boy's pitiful terror at the thought of being recaptured by the bandits, Barney would long since have made a break for Lustadt, depending upon their arms and ammunition to carry them safely through were they discovered by their enemies.Page 61
"Yes, lieutenant.Page 74
had told them that when he had reached the scene of the conflict in company with the gardener he had found them and another lying upon the sward.Page 82
Only fifteen minutes since did we reach the hiding-place that you instructed us to use.Page 86
Rank weeds, now rustling dry and yellow in the November wind, choked what once might have been a luxuriant garden.Page 118
Already he could hear them nearing his position.Page 133
His mind has been prepared to receive almost gratefully any insinuations against the loyalty of Von der Tann.Page 137
Then she shook free her reins and gave her mount his head along a narrow trail that both had followed many times before.Page 152
In this direction had gone the automobile with Maenck, but by taking the first righthand turn Barney hoped to elude the captain.Page 178
Barney's eyes were fixed upon the soaring aeroplane.Page 179
To do this they must be drawing from their reserves back of other portions of their line.Page 186
If you think I am the American, you cannot kill me now, for there is a pardon signed by the king, and an order for the American's immediate release.Page 201
Ages of ingrained royalistic principles were shocked and shattered by the enormity of the thing the man she loved had asked of her, and yet cold reason told her that it was the only way.Page 212
of Lutha, and was sent to the front in command of the army corps that guarded the northern frontier of the little kingdom.