"I am afraid," he said, "that you don't take it seriously enough
yourself, and that you failed to impress upon him the real gravity of
his condition. It is really necessary that he go--he must go."
The girl looked up quickly at the speaker, whose tones seemed
"I don't quite understand," she said, "why you should take the matter so
to heart. Father is the best judge of his own condition, and, while he
may need a rest, I cannot see that he is in any immediate danger."
"Oh, well," replied Bince irritably, "I just wanted him to get away for
his own sake. Of course, it don't mean anything to me."
"What's the matter with you tonight, anyway, Harold?" she asked a half
an hour later. "You're as cross and disagreeable as you can be."
"No, I'm not," he said. "There is nothing the matter with me at all."
But his denial failed to convince her, and as, unusually early, a few
minutes later he left, she realized that she had spent a most unpleasant
Bince went directly to his club, where he found four other men who were
evidently awaiting him.
"Want to sit in a little game to-night, Harold?" asked one of them.
"Oh, hell," replied Bince, "you fellows have been sitting here all
evening waiting for me. You know I want to. My luck's got to change some
"Sure thing it has," agreed another of the men. "You certainly have
been playing in rotten luck, but when it does change--oh, baby!"
As the five men entered one of the cardrooms several of the inevitable
spectators drew away from the other games and approached their table,
for it was a matter of club gossip that these five played for the
largest stakes of any coterie among the habitues of the card-room.
It was two o'clock in the morning before Bince disgustedly threw his
cards upon the table and rose. There was a nasty expression on his face
and in his mind a thing which he did not dare voice--the final
crystallization of a suspicion that he had long harbored, that his
companions had been for months deliberately fleecing him. Tonight he had
lost five thousand dollars, nor was there a man at the table who did not
hold his I. O. U's. for similar amounts.
"I'm through, absolutely through," he said. "I'll be damned if I ever
touch another card."
His companions only smiled wearily, for they knew that to-morrow night
he would be back at the table.
"How much of old man Compton's money did you get tonight?"
With their single eyes in the centre of their heads and every eye turned upon their prey, they did not note my.Page 12
This time I glanced up, and far above us upon a little natural balcony on the face of the cliff stood a strange figure of a man shrieking out his shrill signal, the while he waved one hand in the direction of the river's mouth as though beckoning to some one there, and with the other pointed and gesticulated toward us.Page 20
It was of about the same diameter as the entrance at the foot of the tree, and opened directly upon a large flat limb, the well worn surface of which testified to its long continued use as an avenue for some creature to and from this remarkable shaft.Page 32
I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker, until at length objects commenced to blur before my eyes and I staggered and blundered about more asleep than awake, and then it was that he worked his pretty little coup that came near to losing me my life.Page 71
"We shall see," I answered, and then we fell silent again for we were rapidly approaching the black mountains, which in some indefinable way seemed linked with the answer to our problem.Page 72
As ages passed they had simply come to accept it as a matter of course and ceased to question its origin.Page 73
None serves Issus above a single year," and there was a grim smile on the black's lips that lent a cruel and sinister meaning to his simple statement.Page 74
For such long ages have the waters of Barsoom's seas been a thing of tradition only that even this daughter of the therns, born as she had been within sight of Mars' only remaining sea, had the same terror of deep water as is a common attribute of all Martians.Page 78
In accordance with his instructions I dropped to my hands and knees once more and crawled from the Presence.Page 97
I caught a glimpse of Issus leaning far forward upon her throne, her hideous countenance distorted in a horrid grimace of hate and rage, in which I thought I could distinguish an expression of fear.Page 111
A hinge gave out a resentful groan.Page 112
Then an alarm gun bellowed from a ship's bow, its deep boom reverberating in deafening tones beneath the rocky dome of Omean.Page 121
It was due to this fact that I had no difficulty in entering the streets unobserved.Page 130
"By this time," he had said, "I should have learned to wonder at nothing which John Carter accomplishes.Page 136
Could you know the customs and the character of red Martians you would appreciate the depth of meaning that that simple act conveyed to me and to all about us who witnessed it.Page 139
" "Cease, blasphemer!" cried Zat Arrras.Page 155
Silently they lifted me and bore me toward the door of my chamber.Page 166
"Already the people of Hastor are questioning the purpose of so great a fleet fully manned with fighting-men.Page 185
Now I know that it must have been because she had learned that John Carter, Prince of Helium, was approaching to demand an accounting of her for the imprisonment of his Princess.Page 189
Almost of its own volition, my dagger flew up above that putrid.