where they had slept,
javelined to death without a chance at self-defense.
I was furious. I threatened the Sagoth leader with all sorts of dire
reprisals; but when he heard me speak the hybrid language that is the
medium of communication between his kind and the human race of the
inner world he only grinned, as much as to say, "I thought so!"
They had not taken my revolvers or ammunition away from me because they
did not know what they were; but my heavy rifle I had lost. They
simply left it where it had lain beside me.
So low in the scale of intelligence are they, that they had not
sufficient interest in this strange object even to fetch it along with
I knew from the direction of our march that they were taking me to
Phutra. Once there I did not need much of an imagination to picture
what my fate would be. It was the arena and a wild thag or fierce tarag
for me--unless the Mahars elected to take me to the pits.
In that case my end would be no more certain, though infinitely more
horrible and painful, for in the pits I should be subjected to cruel
vivisection. From what I had once seen of their methods in the pits of
Phutra I knew them to be the opposite of merciful, whereas in the arena
I should be quickly despatched by some savage beast.
Arrived at the underground city, I was taken immediately before a slimy
Mahar. When the creature had received the report of the Sagoth its
cold eyes glistened with malice and hatred as they were turned
balefully upon me.
I knew then that my identity had been guessed. With a show of
excitement that I had never before seen evinced by a member of the
dominant race of Pellucidar, the Mahar hustled me away, heavily
guarded, through the main avenue of the city to one of the principal
Here we were ushered into a great hall where presently many Mahars
In utter silence they conversed, for they have no oral speech since
they are without auditory nerves. Their method of communication Perry
has likened to the projection of a sixth sense into a fourth dimension,
where it becomes cognizable to the sixth sense of their audience.
Be that as it may, however, it was evident that I was the subject of
discussion, and from the hateful looks bestowed upon me not a
particularly pleasant subject.
How long I waited for their decision I do not know, but it must
The police were inclined to be a little skeptical, for they had had other dealings with this same lady and her lovely coterie of gentlemen friends.Page 32
" "I only wish that I dared," she said; "but I am afraid.Page 67
"I fear," mused Tarzan, half aloud, "that Olga has thrown away her twenty thousand francs.Page 78
It was the roar of a hungry lion.Page 83
The sun was an hour high when they came out into the desert again beyond the mountains.Page 84
After dining with Kadour ben Saden as his guest, he went to his former hotel by a roundabout way, and, coming in by a rear entrance, sought the proprietor, who seemed much surprised to see him alive.Page 87
"Have you come to kill me? You do not dare.Page 96
"You are supposed to be the brains of this partnership, my dear Nikolas," he replied.Page 101
It had been Monsieur Thuran's intention to leave the ship at the first port they touched after the disappearance of Tarzan.Page 106
Oh, Hazel, are you sure that he is dead? Can there be no mistake?" "I am afraid not, dear," answered Hazel sadly.Page 135
Cautiously he crept back toward it until he saw that it was but a man.Page 139
"How do we know that when you have us in your village you will not kill us all?" he asked.Page 155
That is the way with spirits.Page 160
She shook her head, and it seemed that there was a note of weariness in her voice as she motioned to the priests to continue with the rites.Page 165
"They are very holy men--they are priests.Page 166
"Are we saved?" "It is raining," he explained.Page 174
He is dead now, and I shall never marry.Page 201
"Thank God!" cried the ape-man, coming to the ground in a little grassy clearing beside the stream.Page 203
" He told her then of his life since he had returned to the jungle--of how he had dropped like a plummet from a civilized Parisian to a savage Waziri warrior, and from there back to the brute that he had been raised.Page 211
her rail to watch the receding shore line upon which danced twenty naked, black warriors of the Waziri, waving their war spears above their savage heads, and shouting farewells to their departing king.