Rapidly Turan examined each of the other doors. They were all locked. A
glance about the chamber revealed a wooden table and a bench. Set in
the walls were several heavy rings to which rusty chains were
attached--all too significant of the purpose to which the room was
dedicated. In the dirt floor near the wall were two or three holes
resembling the mouths of burrows--doubtless the habitat of the giant
Martian rat. He had observed this much when suddenly the dim light was
extinguished, leaving him in darkness utter and complete. Turan,
groping about, sought the table and the bench. Placing the latter
against the wall he drew the table in front of him and sat down upon
the bench, his long-sword gripped in readiness before him. At least
they should fight before they took him.
For some time he sat there waiting for he knew not what. No sound
penetrated to his subterranean dungeon. He slowly revolved in his mind
the incidents of the evening--the open, unguarded gate; the lighted
doorway--the only one he had seen thus open and lighted along the
avenue he had followed; the advance of the warriors at precisely the
moment that he could find no other avenue of escape or concealment; the
corridors and chambers that led past many locked doors to this
underground prison leaving no other path for him to pursue.
"By my first ancestor!" he swore; "but it was simple and I a simpleton.
They tricked me neatly and have taken me without exposing themselves to
a scratch; but for what purpose?"
He wished that he might answer that question and then his thoughts
turned to the girl waiting there on the hill beyond the city for
him--and he would never come. He knew the ways of the more savage
peoples of Barsoom. No, he would never come, now. He had disobeyed her.
He smiled at the sweet recollection of those words of command that had
fallen from her dear lips. He had disobeyed her and now he had lost the
But what of her? What now would be her fate--starving before a hostile
city with only an inhuman kaldane for company? Another thought--a
horrid thought--obtruded itself upon him. She had told him of the
hideous sights she had witnessed in the burrows of the kaldanes and he
knew that they ate human flesh. Ghek was starving. Should he eat his
rykor he would be helpless; but--there was sustenance there for them
both, for the rykor and the kaldane. Turan cursed himself for a fool.
Why had he left her? Far better to have remained
Several times they were forced to hide while soldiers passed; but at last they reached a great pile of baled hay from about the corner of which the black pointed out a two-story building in the distance.Page 29
"Something silenced them for a while this afternoon," said one of the younger officers.Page 62
All was quiet within.Page 68
There he would join them and remain for a while before continuing on toward the coast and the little cabin that his father had built beside the land-locked harbor at the jungle's edge.Page 83
That her life was equally in.Page 90
The concentrated gaze of a hidden observer provokes a warning sensation of nervous unrest in such as these, but though twenty pairs of savage eyes were gazing fixedly at Lieutenant Harold Percy Smith-Oldwick, the.Page 114
Screaming with terror and pain they fell back though Numabo urged them to rush forward.Page 120
"God forgive me," he said at last.Page 131
The black had learned his lesson sufficiently well so that the motor was started without bungling and the machine was soon under way across the meadowland.Page 136
" Tarzan drew his hunting knife from its sheath and reaching down, severed the thongs that bound her ankles.Page 139
The roar that was intended to paralyze the deer broke horribly from the deep throat of the great cat--an angry roar of rage against the meddling Sheeta who had robbed him of his kill, and the charge that was intended for Bara was launched against the panther; but here too Numa was doomed to disappointment, for with the first notes of his fearsome roar Sheeta, considering well the better part of valor, leaped into a near-by tree.Page 153
" The man shook his head dubiously.Page 156
As Tarzan approached the plane Numa walked at his side, and when Tarzan stopped and looked up at the girl and the man Numa stopped also.Page 178
"Another thing about them," continued the Englishman, "that doesn't appear normal is that they are afraid of parrots and utterly fearless of lions.Page 183
Anyway, I couldn't help it and really it doesn't make much difference what I say now, does it?" "What do you mean?" she asked quickly.Page 184
His face lightened instantly and with strength that he himself did not know he possessed he rose slowly to his feet, albeit somewhat unsteadily.Page 185
Sometimes individuals would notice them and seem to take a great interest in them, and again others would pass with vacant stares, seemingly unconscious of their immediate surroundings and paying no attention whatsoever to the prisoners.Page 197
And if you should pass him, how could you reach the street? And if you reached the street, how could you pass through the city to the outer wall? And even if, by some miracle, you should gain the outer wall, and, by another miracle, you should be permitted to pass through the gate, could you ever hope to traverse the forest where the great black lions roam and feed upon men? No!" she exclaimed, answering her own question, "there is no escape, for after one had escaped from the palace and the city and the forest it would be but to invite death in the frightful desert land beyond.Page 204
Tarzan, however, had no mind to allow the use of this formidable weapon and so he dove for the other's.Page 210
He became very dizzy and nauseated and then suddenly all went black before his eyes as his limp body collapsed at the foot of the grating.