I knew that we could then cross over to the edge of my own
little valley, where I felt certain we should find a means of ingress
from the cliff top. As we proceeded along the ledge I gave Dian minute
directions for finding my cave against the chance of something
happening to me. I knew that she would be quite safely hidden away
from pursuit once she gained the shelter of my lair, and the valley
would afford her ample means of sustenance.
Also, I was very much piqued by her treatment of me. My heart was sad
and heavy, and I wanted to make her feel badly by suggesting that
something terrible might happen to me--that I might, in fact, be
killed. But it didn't work worth a cent, at least as far as I could
perceive. Dian simply shrugged those magnificent shoulders of hers,
and murmured something to the effect that one was not rid of trouble so
easily as that.
For a while I kept still. I was utterly squelched. And to think that
I had twice protected her from attack--the last time risking my life to
save hers. It was incredible that even a daughter of the Stone Age
could be so ungrateful--so heartless; but maybe her heart partook of
the qualities of her epoch.
Presently we found a rift in the cliff which had been widened and
extended by the action of the water draining through it from the
plateau above. It gave us a rather rough climb to the summit, but
finally we stood upon the level mesa which stretched back for several
miles to the mountain range. Behind us lay the broad inland sea,
curving upward in the horizonless distance to merge into the blue of
the sky, so that for all the world it looked as though the sea lapped
back to arch completely over us and disappear beyond the distant
mountains at our backs--the weird and uncanny aspect of the seascapes
of Pellucidar balk description.
At our right lay a dense forest, but to the left the country was open
and clear to the plateau's farther verge. It was in this direction
that our way led, and we had turned to resume our journey when Dian
touched my arm. I turned to her, thinking that she was about to make
peace overtures; but I was mistaken.
"Jubal," she said, and nodded toward the forest.
I looked, and there, emerging from the dense wood, came a perfect whale
of a man. He must have
For a moment we were silent, and then the old man's hand grasped the starting lever.Page 8
"Perry!" I shouted.Page 22
If we fell we were prodded with a sharp point.Page 24
"And why did you run away from him?" She looked at me in surprise.Page 28
Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred--in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got.Page 29
They had already killed two near the head of the line, and were like to have finished the balance of us when their leader finally put a stop to the brutal slaughter.Page 30
You should have claimed her or released her.Page 35
"We know that the crust of the globe is 500 miles in thickness; then the inside diameter of Pellucidar must be 7,000 miles, and the superficial area 165,480,000 square miles.Page 45
He explained it all to me once, but I was never particularly brilliant in such matters and so most of it has escaped me.Page 56
throne and slid noiselessly into the water.Page 62
The next turn of the canyon brought me to its mouth, and before me I saw a narrow plain leading down to an ocean.Page 68
He listened so intently that I thought I.Page 72
At least such would be the case in my own world, where human beings like myself rule supreme.Page 75
I have done little or nothing to waste my energies and so have required neither food nor sleep, but you, on the contrary, have walked and fought and wasted strength and tissue which must needs be rebuilt by nutriment and food, and.Page 77
At a low level we came upon a number of lighted chambers in which we saw many Mahars engaged in various occupations.Page 86
At the moment that we expected to see Sarian spearmen charging to our relief at Hooja's back, the craven traitor was sneaking around the outskirts of the nearest Sarian village, that he might come up from the other side when it was too late to save us, claiming that he had become lost among the mountains.Page 102
"What has he to do with it?" I asked.Page 103
I had taken a hundred steps in absolute silence, and then Dian spoke.Page 105
Of course she couldn't read or write; there was nothing cultured or refined about her as you judge culture and refinement; but she was the essence of all that is best in woman, for she was good, and brave, and noble, and virtuous.Page 112
And how he rewarded my generosity you will presently learn.