point to this young English nobleman, whose
love she knew to be of the sort a civilized woman should crave, as the
logical mate for such as herself?
Could she love Clayton? She could see no reason why she could not.
Jane was not coldly calculating by nature, but training, environment
and heredity had all combined to teach her to reason even in matters of
That she had been carried off her feet by the strength of the young
giant when his great arms were about her in the distant African forest,
and again today, in the Wisconsin woods, seemed to her only
attributable to a temporary mental reversion to type on her part--to
the psychological appeal of the primeval man to the primeval woman in
If he should never touch her again, she reasoned, she would never feel
attracted toward him. She had not loved him, then. It had been
nothing more than a passing hallucination, super-induced by excitement
and by personal contact.
Excitement would not always mark their future relations, should she
marry him, and the power of personal contact eventually would be dulled
Again she glanced at Clayton. He was very handsome and every inch a
gentleman. She should be very proud of such a husband.
And then he spoke--a minute sooner or a minute later might have made
all the difference in the world to three lives--but chance stepped in
and pointed out to Clayton the psychological moment.
"You are free now, Jane," he said. "Won't you say yes--I will devote
my life to making you very happy."
"Yes," she whispered.
That evening in the little waiting room at the station Tarzan caught
Jane alone for a moment.
"You are free now, Jane," he said, "and _I_ have come across the ages
out of the dim and distant past from the lair of the primeval man to
claim you--for your sake I have become a civilized man--for your sake I
have crossed oceans and continents--for your sake I will be whatever
you will me to be. I can make you happy, Jane, in the life you know
and love best. Will you marry me?"
For the first time she realized the depths of the man's love--all that
he had accomplished in so short a time solely for love of her. Turning
her head she buried her face in her arms.
What had she done? Because she had been afraid she might succumb to
the pleas of this giant, she had burned her bridges behind her--in her
groundless apprehension that she might
Cutting and hewing to right and left, he laid an open path straight through the advancing plant men, and then commenced a mad race for the forest, in the shelter of which he evidently hoped that he might find a haven of refuge.Page 35
Tell me of it.Page 37
"It is said that occasionally some deluded victim of Barsoomian superstition will so far escape the clutches of the countless enemies that beset his path from the moment that he emerges from the subterranean passage through which the Iss flows for a thousand miles before it enters the Valley Dor as to reach the very walls of the Temple of Issus; but what fate awaits one there not even the Holy Therns may guess, for who has passed within those gilded walls never has returned to unfold the mysteries they have held since the beginning of time.Page 44
"Within the temples that lie behind the ramparts a million fighting-men are ever ready.Page 51
" "Why don't they jump in and destroy these fliers?" I asked.Page 60
Thus am I immortal.Page 68
that you eat human flesh?" I asked in horror.Page 70
" Presently I descried what I took to be a village, and pointing it out to Xodar asked him what it might be.Page 72
"This sea," he continued, "is larger than Korus.Page 81
Regardless of the foolish belief of the peoples of the outer world, or of Holy Thern, or ebon First Born, I am not dead.Page 92
The only freedom for us death.Page 109
"Why Helium?" asked the red youth.Page 123
"Come, Tan Gama," he cried, "we are to take the Thark before Kab Kadja.Page 130
Slinging my harness into a long single strap, I lowered Tars Tarkas to the courtyard beneath, and an instant later dropped to his side.Page 138
"As a last resort, Mors Kajak, her father, and Tardos Mors, her grandfather, took command of two mighty expeditions, and a month ago sailed away to explore every inch of ground in the northern hemisphere of Barsoom.Page 150
"A messenger from Dejah Thoris!" I waited to hear no more.Page 165
They are ready to sail for the Land of the First Born when I give the word and fight there until I bid them stop.Page 176
" "I do not know that the fleet has missed me as yet," I said, but of course he did not grasp my meaning, and only looked puzzled.Page 180
As the last utan was filing past us the waters had risen until they surged about our necks, but we clasped hands and stood our ground until the last man had passed to the comparative safety of the new passageway.Page 190
Just as we were on the point of descending we heard a deep-toned roar burst from the Temple of Issus, which we had but just quitted, and then a red man, Djor Kantos, padwar of the fifth utan, broke from a nearby gate, crying to us to return.