westward, and climbing into the fork of a great tree he
fashioned a rude platform and curled himself for sleep.
Three miles to the west slept the tribe of Kerchak.
Early the next morning the apes were astir, moving through the jungle
in search of food. Tarzan, as was his custom, prosecuted his search in
the direction of the cabin so that by leisurely hunting on the way his
stomach was filled by the time he reached the beach.
The apes scattered by ones, and twos, and threes in all directions, but
ever within sound of a signal of alarm.
Kala had moved slowly along an elephant track toward the east, and was
busily engaged in turning over rotted limbs and logs in search of
succulent bugs and fungi, when the faintest shadow of a strange noise
brought her to startled attention.
For fifty yards before her the trail was straight, and down this leafy
tunnel she saw the stealthy advancing figure of a strange and fearful
It was Kulonga.
Kala did not wait to see more, but, turning, moved rapidly back along
the trail. She did not run; but, after the manner of her kind when not
aroused, sought rather to avoid than to escape.
Close after her came Kulonga. Here was meat. He could make a killing
and feast well this day. On he hurried, his spear poised for the throw.
At a turning of the trail he came in sight of her again upon another
straight stretch. His spear hand went far back, the muscles rolled,
lightning-like, beneath the sleek hide. Out shot the arm, and the
spear sped toward Kala.
A poor cast. It but grazed her side.
With a cry of rage and pain the she-ape turned upon her tormentor. In
an instant the trees were crashing beneath the weight of her hurrying
fellows, swinging rapidly toward the scene of trouble in answer to
As she charged, Kulonga unslung his bow and fitted an arrow with almost
unthinkable quickness. Drawing the shaft far back he drove the
poisoned missile straight into the heart of the great anthropoid.
With a horrid scream Kala plunged forward upon her face before the
astonished members of her tribe.
Roaring and shrieking the apes dashed toward Kulonga, but that wary
savage was fleeing down the trail like a frightened antelope.
He knew something of the ferocity of these wild, hairy men, and his one
desire was to put as many miles between himself and them as he possibly
They followed him, racing through the trees, for a
Among them his warrior trappings were no more remarkable than is a pair of trousers upon Broadway.Page 17
Now he turned his attention to the western dial.Page 21
Something had moved, stealthily, in the shadow of one of the great monoliths that line the avenue where it entered the plaza opposite her! Thar Ban, jed among the hordes of Torquas, rode swiftly across the ochre vegetation of the dead sea-bottom toward the ruins of ancient Aaanthor.Page 29
The surface of the valley was dotted with enormous trees, a strange sight so far from a Martian waterway.Page 34
The other warriors quickly followed their jeddak, leaving Thuvia and Carthoris alone upon the platform.Page 38
They had advanced but a short distance when a banth, looking up from its gory feast, descried them.Page 39
They stopped before the gate.Page 40
"I know of nothing beyond the Lotharian hills," he said.Page 47
"Indeed," cried Jav, "what more realistic than this bounteous feast? It is just here that we differ most from the etherealists.Page 50
"I should think that you would be high in the councils of your people.Page 62
At the crucial moment he appeared to lose the courage of his conviction.Page 66
From the boundary of Torquas to the city of Aaanthor is a distance of some two hundred haads, so that the Heliumite had before him a journey of more than one hundred and fifty Earth miles between him and Aaanthor.Page 74
But for a moment only.Page 78
He saw about him the giant figures of other green men, and so he jumped to the only conclusion that was open to him.Page 83
Thuvia of Ptarth glanced about her.Page 86
And who was there that would doubt the justice of the charge? "Thuvia," he said, "I come once again, for the last time, to lay my heart at your feet.Page 90
" "Right you are!" exclaimed Vas Kor, who had come on deck.Page 91
None is to know that she has ever been in the keeping of a Dusarian.Page 100
None in the navy of his sire possessed a swifter flier; no other craft so well armoured or so well armed.Page 101
Thirteen and a half thousand haads away lay Ptarth--a stiff thirty-hour journey for the swiftest of fliers, and between Dusar and Ptarth might lie half the navy of Dusar, for in this direction was the reported seat of the great naval battle that even now might be in progress.