Perry as the thing passed me to inspect him. The old man
was gazing at the horrid creature with wide astonished eyes. When it
passed on, he turned to me.
"A rhamphorhynchus of the Middle Olitic, David," he said, "but, gad,
how enormous! The largest remains we ever have discovered have never
indicated a size greater than that attained by an ordinary crow."
As we continued on through the main avenue of Phutra we saw many
thousand of the creatures coming and going upon their daily duties.
They paid but little attention to us. Phutra is laid out underground
with a regularity that indicates remarkable engineering skill. It is
hewn from solid limestone strata. The streets are broad and of a
uniform height of twenty feet. At intervals tubes pierce the roof of
this underground city, and by means of lenses and reflectors transmit
the sunlight, softened and diffused, to dispel what would otherwise be
Cimmerian darkness. In like manner air is introduced.
Perry and I were taken, with Ghak, to a large public building, where
one of the Sagoths who had formed our guard explained to a Maharan
official the circumstances surrounding our capture. The method of
communication between these two was remarkable in that no spoken words
were exchanged. They employed a species of sign language. As I was to
learn later, the Mahars have no ears, not any spoken language. Among
themselves they communicate by means of what Perry says must be a sixth
sense which is cognizant of a fourth dimension.
I never did quite grasp him, though he endeavored to explain it to me
upon numerous occasions. I suggested telepathy, but he said no, that
it was not telepathy since they could only communicate when in each
others' presence, nor could they talk with the Sagoths or the other
inhabitants of Pellucidar by the same method they used to converse with
"What they do," said Perry, "is to project their thoughts into the
fourth dimension, when they become appreciable to the sixth sense of
their listener. Do I make myself quite clear?"
"You do not, Perry," I replied. He shook his head in despair, and
returned to his work. They had set us to carrying a great accumulation
of Maharan literature from one apartment to another, and there
arranging it upon shelves. I suggested to Perry that we were in the
public library of Phutra, but later, as he commenced to discover the
key to their written language, he assured me that we
As one, the nobles and the people lifted their voices in a long cheer of approbation.Page 12
A third time it struck, gently as it had before, but the contact resulted in a different sound--the sound of wood scraping upon wood.Page 15
In fact, I was the only white man upon Mars whose hair was black and whose eyes were gray, with the exception of my son, Carthoris.Page 25
At first I thought it was one vast, unbroken chamber, so clear and transparent were the walls of the winding corridors, but after I had nearly brained myself a couple of times by attempting to pass through solid vitreous walls I went more carefully.Page 30
Guards sprang to drag Thuvia away, but ere they had succeeded she had hurled a volley of commands at the listening brutes, and.Page 31
Refuse and naught can save you; for, though the way to the last stronghold of the Holy Therns was made easy for you, the way hence hath been made impossible.Page 32
"Go thy way, Thern," I said to him, pointing toward the entrance to the runway up which we had but just come.Page 41
The creature was upon us now, and at the instant there seemed to me a single slight chance for victory.Page 43
" If his eyes had gone wide when he thought that I was a Holy Thern, they fairly popped now that he knew that I was John Carter.Page 65
I will go first, and you bring up the rear, with Woola between.Page 69
All were clothed in magnificent furs--the six in the black and yellow striped hide of the orluk, while he who approached alone was resplendent in the pure white skin of an apt.Page 84
"What have you to say in explanation of these charges?" he asked in a deep and terrible voice.Page 87
"Fool! John Carter is a white man.Page 97
The croon changed to a querulous muttering, and finally to an ugly growl.Page 102
In an instant both lay dead upon the floor.Page 110
Presently I saw a series of doors opening from either side of the corridor, and as they all looked alike to me I tried the first one that I reached.Page 112
Furiously we fought, but the advantage was mine, for I stood upon a raised platform above them, and I fought for the most glorious woman of a glorious race, and I fought for a great love and for the mother of my boy.Page 114
They did not essay to enter the apartment, but scanned its every corner from where they stood, and then, when their eyes had sought its entire area, a look of fierce rage overspread the features of Matai Shang, and a cold and cunning smile touched the lips of Phaidor.Page 115
It would be wearisome to narrate the details of that bloody struggle; of how we fought from the doorway, the full length of the room to the very foot of the throne before the last of my antagonists fell with my blade piercing his heart.Page 118
In his haste he had dropped several garments upon the floor, and the telltale fur that had fallen partly within the corridor had proved the means of guiding me to the very spot he would least have wished me to have knowledge of.