of Jetan. The men of Helium and Gathol are
marching through Manator. They cry aloud for the Princess of Helium and
swear to leave Manator a blazing funeral pyre consuming the bodies of
all our people. The skies are black with ships. They come in great
processions from the east and from the south."
And then once more the doors from The Hall of Chiefs swung wide and the
men of Manator turned to see another figure standing upon the
threshold--a mighty figure of a man with white skin, and black hair,
and gray eyes that glittered now like points of steel and behind him
The Hall of Chiefs was filled with fighting men wearing the harness of
far countries. Tara of Helium saw him and her heart leaped in
exultation, for it was John Carter, Warlord of Barsoom, come at the
head of a victorious host to the rescue of his daughter, and at his
side was Djor Kantos to whom she had been betrothed.
The Warlord eyed the assemblage for a moment before he spoke. "Lay down
your arms, men of Manator," he said. "I see my daughter and that she
lives, and if no harm has befallen her no blood need be shed. Your city
is filled with the fighting men of U-Thor, and those from Gathol and
from Helium. The palace is in the hands of the slaves from Gathol,
beside a thousand of my own warriors who fill the halls and chambers
surrounding this room. The fate of your jeddak lies in your own hands.
I have no wish to interfere. I come only for my daughter and to free
the slaves from Gathol. I have spoken!" and without waiting for a reply
and as though the room had been filled with his own people rather than
a hostile band he strode up the broad main aisle toward Tara of Helium.
The chiefs of Manator were stunned. They looked to O-Tar; but he could
only gaze helplessly about him as the enemy entered from The Hall of
Chiefs and circled the throne room until they had surrounded the entire
company. And then a dwar of the army of Helium entered.
"We have captured three chiefs," he reported to The Warlord, "who beg
that they be permitted to enter the throne room and report to their
fellows some matter which they say will decide the fate of Manator."
"Fetch them," ordered The Warlord.
They came, heavily guarded, to the foot of the steps leading to the
throne and there they stopped and the leader turned toward the others
of Manator and
"As I have told you before, I am a very old man.Page 10
At the stamping of the little foot, a great beast rose from the corner of the room and crossed to Tara of Helium where it stood looking up into her face.Page 16
At last the girl succeeded in righting the flier, perilously close to the ground.Page 18
Had she, she might readily have been forgiven for abandoning the last vestige of hope, for to the people of Helium Torquas seems as remote as do the South Sea Islands to us.Page 22
If it was inhabited, then must her approach be cautious, for only enemies might be expected to abide in so far distant a land.Page 27
The girl was wise enough to eat but sparingly, but she filled her pocket-pouch with the fruit before she continued upon her way.Page 54
She guessed why he had sent for her and she knew that she must find the means for self-destruction before the night was over; but still she clung to hope and to life.Page 71
The latter saw the head of the fallen warrior crawl quickly within the aperture leading to the chamber where he had seen Tara of Helium in the clutches of a headless body.Page 75
"Hasten on with Ghek and win to the deck of the flier.Page 104
Its eyes are small and close-set, and almost hidden in deep, fleshy apertures.Page 126
" "He is right," said a deep voice.Page 140
the language of Manator they might not materially have aided one unfamiliar with the city; but he could not read them at all since, though there is but one spoken language upon Barsoom, there are as many different written languages as there are nations.Page 148
" The initial move was won by U-Dor, following which the two Chiefs escorted their respective Princesses to the square each was to occupy.Page 150
Gahan turned upon his thoat and looked at the man.Page 155
a point and brought blood to his opponent's copper hide until both were red with gore; but neither seemed able to administer the coup de grace.Page 159
"He but just passed in," replied the padwar, "saying that he was O-Tar's messenger.Page 178
I-Gos laughed.Page 184
But at last his fear of his own warriors, watching behind him, grew greater than the fear of the unknown behind the ancient door and he pushed the heavy skeel aside and entered.Page 194
The people looked at the little old man in amazement.Page 196
"Seize him!" Even as he ceased speaking the arras behind the throne parted and a warrior stepped forth upon the dais.