Kaviri was so busily engaged with the demons that had entered his own
craft that he could offer no assistance to his warriors in the other.
A giant of a white devil had wrested his spear from him as though he,
the mighty Kaviri, had been but a new-born babe. Hairy monsters were
overcoming his fighting men, and a black chieftain like himself was
fighting shoulder to shoulder with the hideous pack that opposed him.
Kaviri battled bravely against his antagonist, for he felt that death
had already claimed him, and so the least that he could do would be to
sell his life as dearly as possible; but it was soon evident that his
best was quite futile when pitted against the superhuman brawn and
agility of the creature that at last found his throat and bent him back
into the bottom of the canoe.
Presently Kaviri's head began to whirl--objects became confused and dim
before his eyes--there was a great pain in his chest as he struggled
for the breath of life that the thing upon him was shutting off for
ever. Then he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes once more he found, much to his surprise, that
he was not dead. He lay, securely bound, in the bottom of his own
canoe. A great panther sat upon its haunches, looking down upon him.
Kaviri shuddered and closed his eyes again, waiting for the ferocious
creature to spring upon him and put him out of his misery of terror.
After a moment, no rending fangs having buried themselves in his
trembling body, he again ventured to open his eyes. Beyond the
panther kneeled the white giant who had overcome him.
The man was wielding a paddle, while directly behind him Kaviri saw
some of his own warriors similarly engaged. Back of them again
squatted several of the hairy apes.
Tarzan, seeing that the chief had regained consciousness, addressed him.
"Your warriors tell me that you are the chief of a numerous people, and
that your name is Kaviri," he said.
"Yes," replied the black.
"Why did you attack me? I came in peace."
"Another white man 'came in peace' three moons ago," replied Kaviri;
"and after we had brought him presents of a goat and cassava and milk,
he set upon us with his guns and killed many of my people, and then
went on his way, taking all of our goats and many of our young men and
"I am not as this other white man," replied Tarzan. "I
As far aloft as I could see the stems and branches and twigs were as smooth and as highly polished as the newest of American-made pianos.Page 29
It was turning upon pivots, and with it a section of the floor directly in front of it was turning.Page 30
The fact that I was armed only with a long-sword, and so according to the laws and ethics of battle everywhere upon Barsoom should only have been met with a similar or lesser weapon, seemed to have no effect upon the moral sense of my enemy, for he whipped out his revolver ere I scarce had touched the floor by his side, but an uppercut from my long-sword sent it flying from his grasp before he could discharge it.Page 31
And you are not of us.Page 35
" I did as he bade, and then together we sought the secret panel through which I had just entered the apartment--the one at the opposite end of the room from that through which the girl had led her savage companions.Page 62
"The buds from which the plant men blossomed resembled large nuts about a foot in diameter, divided by double partition walls into four sections.Page 65
We were simply submerged by numbers.Page 76
When we emerged from the little building which houses the upper terminus of the elevator, we found ourselves in the midst of a veritable fairyland of beauty.Page 89
The phosphorescent light you now see pervading this great subterranean vault emanates from the rocks that form its dome; it is always thus upon Omean, just as the billows are always as you see them--rolling, ever rolling over a windless sea.Page 93
Just beneath the lowest tier of seats was a series of barred cages on a level with the surface of the arena.Page 95
Snatching up his long-sword, I sprang into the arena.Page 106
Especially when the third is as mighty as this fellow's.Page 110
The lure of the swords within the guard-house was strong upon me, and I hesitated a moment, half inclined to risk the attempt to take the few we needed.Page 126
As I started to renew my slow retreat I heard the noise repeated behind me, and then before I could turn I heard it again at my left.Page 130
"His short-sword?" asked a woman.Page 133
"For thy sake, O my Prince," she murmured.Page 148
Carthoris wept openly as the slaves pressed about him with expressions of affection, and words of sorrow for our common loss.Page 161
To think of that beautiful creature torn and rended by the cruel fangs of the hideous white apes! It was unthinkable.Page 182
No, I had come to the main corridor, and still there was a breathing space between the surface of the water and the rocky ceiling above.Page 188
Before she had half arisen I had grasped her by the arm, and then, as I saw the guard starting to make a concerted rush upon me from all sides, I whipped out my dagger and, holding it close to that vile breast, ordered them to halt.