like some nervous old housewife, and when I should
catch up with Powell would get a good laugh for my pains. However, I
am not prone to sensitiveness, and the following of a sense of duty,
wherever it may lead, has always been a kind of fetich with me
throughout my life; which may account for the honors bestowed upon me
by three republics and the decorations and friendships of an old and
powerful emperor and several lesser kings, in whose service my sword
has been red many a time.
About nine o'clock the moon was sufficiently bright for me to proceed
on my way and I had no difficulty in following the trail at a fast
walk, and in some places at a brisk trot until, about midnight, I
reached the water hole where Powell had expected to camp. I came upon
the spot unexpectedly, finding it entirely deserted, with no signs of
having been recently occupied as a camp.
I was interested to note that the tracks of the pursuing horsemen, for
such I was now convinced they must be, continued after Powell with only
a brief stop at the hole for water; and always at the same rate of
speed as his.
I was positive now that the trailers were Apaches and that they wished
to capture Powell alive for the fiendish pleasure of the torture, so I
urged my horse onward at a most dangerous pace, hoping against hope
that I would catch up with the red rascals before they attacked him.
Further speculation was suddenly cut short by the faint report of two
shots far ahead of me. I knew that Powell would need me now if ever,
and I instantly urged my horse to his topmost speed up the narrow and
difficult mountain trail.
I had forged ahead for perhaps a mile or more without hearing further
sounds, when the trail suddenly debouched onto a small, open plateau
near the summit of the pass. I had passed through a narrow,
overhanging gorge just before entering suddenly upon this table land,
and the sight which met my eyes filled me with consternation and dismay.
The little stretch of level land was white with Indian tepees, and
there were probably half a thousand red warriors clustered around some
object near the center of the camp. Their attention was so wholly
riveted to this point of interest that they did not notice me, and I
easily could have turned back into the dark recesses of the gorge and
made my escape with perfect safety. The fact, however,
Carthoris was not present at the leave-taking, nor was Thuvia.Page 10
Presently the powerful rays of its searchlight shot downward from the bow.Page 18
Closer came the flier, but now its speed was diminishing--yet this was not Ptarth.Page 20
During her wanderings in search of the River Iss, that time she had set out upon what, for countless ages, had been the last, long pilgrimage of Martians, toward the Valley Dor, where lies the Lost Sea of Korus, she had encountered several of these sad reminders of the greatness and the glory of ancient Barsoom.Page 21
With a quick sign to the other, he ceased speaking, and advancing toward the girl, motioned her to rise.Page 24
Three long-swords clashed and sparkled in the moonlight, until the great white apes, roused from their slumbers, crept to the lowering windows of the dead city to view the bloody scene beneath them.Page 36
The girl noted it, and the little smile that touched his lips, so that it became her turn to be hurt.Page 39
No arrows protruded from the great carcasses.Page 49
We do nothing, or rather we cause our bowmen to do nothing within sight of the enemy that is beyond the understanding of the foe.Page 53
"And who within the halls of Lothar is there who might come in answer to your call? Who would dare enter the presence of Tario, unsummoned?" "There is one," she replied, "who would come, and, coming, dare to cut you down upon your own throne, if he thought that you had offered affront to Thuvia of Ptarth!" "Who, Jav?" asked Tario.Page 56
Your own words have condemned you as surely as the acts of these red creatures have sealed their fates--unless--" He paused.Page 61
"Brave men, they--ah, but the glory of Lothar has faded! See their weapons.Page 67
Her trail beside that of the huge banth had been well marked to the tunnel, and was once more visible leading southward into the foothills.Page 74
He thought that he discerned wicked eyes gleaming fearfully at him through the darkness.Page 79
With difficulty Carthoris urged the two beasts to the gate, where, leaning down, he raised the latch.Page 80
After he had listened for a moment to a partial narration of their escape from the Torquasians, he invited them within, took them to his house and bade the servants there prepare food for them.Page 84
by the proportions of the conflict which his abduction of the Ptarthian princess had induced, nor was he over comfortable with the weight of responsibility which the possession of such a prisoner entailed.Page 99
"There is no time to be lost.Page 100
They had come to the chamber at the entrances to the lifts before they met with opposition.Page 108
There is no mouth in the head.