the son of the then Lord Greystoke strode into the
Every few moments he called aloud the names of the wanderers. The
watchers in the cabin by the beach heard the sound of his voice growing
ever fainter and fainter, until at last it was swallowed up by the
myriad noises of the primeval wood.
When Professor Archimedes Q. Porter and his assistant, Samuel T.
Philander, after much insistence on the part of the latter, had finally
turned their steps toward camp, they were as completely lost in the
wild and tangled labyrinth of the matted jungle as two human beings
well could be, though they did not know it.
It was by the merest caprice of fortune that they headed toward the
west coast of Africa, instead of toward Zanzibar on the opposite side
of the dark continent.
When in a short time they reached the beach, only to find no camp in
sight, Philander was positive that they were north of their proper
destination, while, as a matter of fact they were about two hundred
yards south of it.
It never occurred to either of these impractical theorists to call
aloud on the chance of attracting their friends' attention. Instead,
with all the assurance that deductive reasoning from a wrong premise
induces in one, Mr. Samuel T. Philander grasped Professor Archimedes Q.
Porter firmly by the arm and hurried the weakly protesting old
gentleman off in the direction of Cape Town, fifteen hundred miles to
When Jane and Esmeralda found themselves safely behind the cabin door
the Negress's first thought was to barricade the portal from the
inside. With this idea in mind she turned to search for some means of
putting it into execution; but her first view of the interior of the
cabin brought a shriek of terror to her lips, and like a frightened
child the huge woman ran to bury her face on her mistress' shoulder.
Jane, turning at the cry, saw the cause of it lying prone upon the
floor before them--the whitened skeleton of a man. A further glance
revealed a second skeleton upon the bed.
"What horrible place are we in?" murmured the awe-struck girl. But
there was no panic in her fright.
At last, disengaging herself from the frantic clutch of the still
shrieking Esmeralda, Jane crossed the room to look into the little
cradle, knowing what she should see there even before the tiny skeleton
disclosed itself in all its pitiful and pathetic frailty.
What an awful tragedy these poor mute bones proclaimed! The girl
shuddered at thought of the
And presently the time approached when she felt she must return to her flier lest she be caught in the revealing light of low swinging Thuria.Page 61
The wind was falling rapidly and with it the dust that obscured.Page 62
For weeks Gahan of Gathol crossed valleys and hills in search of some familiar landmark that might point his way toward his native land, but the summit of each succeeding ridge revealed but another unfamiliar view.Page 65
The question now revolved solely about her rescue.Page 68
the man questioningly.Page 83
Following the ravine upward they finally topped the summit of the ridge, from which they had an excellent view of that part of the city which lay nearest them, though themselves hidden by the brush behind which they crouched.Page 95
The arches were of white marble, apparently quarried in single, huge blocks from which each arch was cut complete.Page 96
The stones were carried down the walls in an irregular fringe for a few feet, where they appeared to hang like a beautiful and gorgeous drapery against the white marble of the wall.Page 100
Outside the palace, Ghek and Tara of Helium were separated.Page 113
" Lan-O joined her and together the two investigated the dark aperture, finding a small platform from which a narrow runway led downward into Stygian darkness.Page 135
It was a human body, shrunk by the action of the chemical in which it had been immersed, to a little figure scarce a foot high.Page 136
This done he turned again toward his two pupils.Page 148
Val Dor turned to Gahan.Page 150
U-Dor's next move placed Lan-O's Odwar upon Tara's Odwar's fourth--within striking distance of the Black Princess.Page 154
Those who surrounded him were equally glum--they, too, scowled upon the field, the players, and the people.Page 190
He was trembling in every limb.Page 192
The glossy mass of her jet hair had been built into a coiffure of stately and becoming grandeur, into which diamond-headed pins were stuck until the whole scintillated as the stars in heaven upon a moonless night.Page 200
JETAN, OR MARTIAN CHESS For those who care for such things, and would like to try the game, I give the rules of Jetan as they were given me by John Carter.Page 201
The game is won when any piece is placed on same square with opponent's Princess, or a Chief takes a Chief.