noise of the
receiver stopped instantly.
"Ask who it is, Downes," I directed.
He did so, and while we awaited the Englishman's translation of the
reply, I doubt if either Nestor or I breathed.
"He says he's David Innes," said Downes. "He wants to know who we are."
"Tell him," said I; "and that we want to know how he is--and all that
has befallen him since I last saw him."
For two months I talked with David Innes almost every day, and as
Downes translated, either Nestor or I took notes. From these, arranged
in chronological order, I have set down the following account of the
further adventures of David Innes at the earth's core, practically in
his own words.
LOST ON PELLUCIDAR
The Arabs, of whom I wrote you at the end of my last letter (Innes
began), and whom I thought to be enemies intent only upon murdering me,
proved to be exceedingly friendly--they were searching for the very
band of marauders that had threatened my existence. The huge
rhamphorhynchus-like reptile that I had brought back with me from the
inner world--the ugly Mahar that Hooja the Sly One had substituted for
my dear Dian at the moment of my departure--filled them with wonder and
Nor less so did the mighty subterranean prospector which had carried me
to Pellucidar and back again, and which lay out in the desert about two
miles from my camp.
With their help I managed to get the unwieldy tons of its great bulk
into a vertical position--the nose deep in a hole we had dug in the
sand and the rest of it supported by the trunks of date-palms cut for
It was a mighty engineering job with only wild Arabs and their wilder
mounts to do the work of an electric crane--but finally it was
completed, and I was ready for departure.
For some time I hesitated to take the Mahar back with me. She had been
docile and quiet ever since she had discovered herself virtually a
prisoner aboard the "iron mole." It had been, of course, impossible for
me to communicate with her since she had no auditory organs and I no
knowledge of her fourth-dimension, sixth-sense method of communication.
Naturally I am kind-hearted, and so I found it beyond me to leave even
this hateful and repulsive thing alone in a strange and hostile world.
The result was that when I entered the iron mole I took her with me.
That she knew that we were about to return to Pellucidar was evident,
for immediately her manner changed from
There was hatred of law, hatred of order, hatred of everything.Page 3
" Tiring of Paulvitch, one of the men essayed a pleasantry.Page 20
Some of this money he invested in various strange purchases which he managed to smuggle into the house, undetected, when he returned late in the afternoon.Page 24
He mingled with his fellow passengers, became a prime favorite with the officers, and struck up numerous friendships among the common sailors.Page 31
Chapter 5 Captain Armand Jacot of the Foreign Legion sat upon an outspread saddle blanket at the foot of a stunted palm tree.Page 35
Twenty palm-thatched, beehive huts sheltered its black population, while a half-dozen goat skin tents in the center of the clearing housed the score of Arabs who found shelter here while, by trading and raiding, they collected the cargoes which their ships of the desert bore northward twice each year to the market of Timbuktu.Page 38
"I have no ivory," he repeated.Page 47
For a moment he stood watching them coming, then he raised his hand with the palm toward them in signal for them to halt, calling out at the same time that he came as a friend--that he had only wanted to play with their children.Page 53
The lion stood with wide, round eyes awaiting the attack, ready to rear upon his hind feet and receive this rash creature with blows that could crush the skull of a buffalo.Page 57
It may not be literally translated into human speech; but as near as may be this is what Akut said to the boy.Page 61
Except for form and mental development he was as much an ape as the great, fierce creature at his side.Page 73
The youth had deposited his burden upon a large limb, where she clung desperately to keep from falling.Page 96
him not, yet Numa, lord of the jungle, gave him a wide berth.Page 100
" "Good-bye!" cried the girl.Page 116
"Yes, we are too few," echoed others.Page 136
"You are warm," she said.Page 150
"I will go with you," she whispered, "though I do not understand why it is necessary.Page 223
"Let me tell you my story from the beginning.Page 225