fact he came in contact with one of his friends, and then he was at
By this time waiters and patrons were crowding forward from all parts of
the room, and Feinheimer, shrieking at the top of his voice, was
endeavoring to worm his fat, toadlike body through the cordon of excited
spectators. The proprietor reached the scene of carnage just in time to
see Jimmy plant a lovely left on the point of Murray's jaw.
The big man tottered drunkenly for an instant, his knees sagged, and, as
Jimmy stood in readiness for any eventuality, the other crashed heavily
to the floor.
Towering above the others in the room suddenly came a big young fellow
shouldering his way through the crowd, a young man in the uniform of a
chauffeur. Elizabeth saw him before he discovered her.
"Oh David!" she cried. "Quick! Quick! Take us out of here!"
As the chauffeur reached her side and took in the scene he jerked his
head toward Jimmy. "Did any one hurt you miss?"
"No, no!" she cried. "This man was very kind. Just get us out of here,
David, as quickly as you can." And, turning to Jimmy: "How can I ever
repay you? If it hadn't been for you--oh, I hate to think what would
have happened. Come out to the car and give David your name and address,
and I will send you something tomorrow."
"Oh, that's all right," said Jimmy. "You just get out of here as quick
as you can. If the police happened to look in now you might be held as a
"How utterly horrible!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "Come, David! Come,
Harriet!" David making a way for her, she started for the door.
Harriet paused long enough to extend her hand to Jimmy. "It was
wonderfully brave of you," she said. "We could never do enough to repay
you. My name is Harriet Holden," and she gave him an address on Lake
Shore Drive. "If you will come Monday morning about ten o'clock," she
said, "I am sure that there is something we can do for you. If you want
a better position," she half suggested, "I know my father could help,
although he must never know about this to-night."
"Thanks," said Jimmy, smiling. "It's awfully good of you, but you must
hurry now. There goes your friend."
Feinheimer stood as one dazed, looking down at the bulk of his friend
"Mein Gott!" he cried. "What kind of a place you think I run, young
man?" He turned angrily on Jimmy.
To arrest him forcibly could mean naught else than war, and yet he had done that which in the eyes of the Ptarth warrior merited death.Page 7
"Wait," he urged.Page 10
For but an instant the searchlight halted upon Thuvia of Ptarth, then it was extinguished as suddenly as it had come to life.Page 15
Scarcely had Vas Kor taken his seat when the flier went quickly into the fast-moving procession, turning presently from the broad and crowded avenue into a less congested street.Page 22
The moonlight glistened against his glossy green hide, sparkling the jewels of his heavy harness and the ornaments that weighted his four muscular arms, while the upcurving tusks that protruded from his lower jaw gleamed white and terrible.Page 25
The red warrior in the plaza fired several more shots, none of which scored.Page 38
He heard her calling to the banths in a low, singsong voice that was half purr.Page 41
"No creature other than a score or so of our sacred banths has left Lothar to-day," he replied.Page 49
I centred all my mighty intellect upon the bowmen of my own creation--each of us produces and directs as many bowmen as his mentality and imagination is capable of.Page 53
"'Scream for help,'" he mimicked.Page 54
Not even might she trust herself to show too great gratitude to the Heliumite, lest he misunderstand.Page 66
And the poor creatures who remain, the Tarios and Javs of Lothar, are even worse than their ancient forbears.Page 74
He thought that he discerned wicked eyes gleaming fearfully at him through the darkness.Page 82
" Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol, to whom she was affianced, commanded her respect and admiration.Page 83
Great though the distance is, the fliers covered it without a stop.Page 95
Carthoris, too, loyal son of Helium that he was, felt that even his beloved navy might not be able to cope successfully with the combined forces of three great powers.Page 97
"You still prefer death?" asked Astok.Page 104
Close upon their heels raced the fleet bowmen of a bygone day, and forging steadily ahead among them Carthoris and Thuvia could see the mighty figure of Kar Komak, brandishing aloft the Torquasian short-sword with which he was armed, as he urged his creatures after the retreating enemy.Page 107
Son of Vas Kor the Dusarian noble.