the boy had told me that it was but ten feet to the floor
below I experienced the same thrills as though I were hanging above a
bottomless pit. Then I released my hold and dropped--four feet to a
soft cushion of sand.
The boy followed me.
"Raise me to your shoulders," he said, "and I will replace the trap."
This done he took me by the hand, leading me very slowly, with much
feeling about and frequent halts to assure himself that he did not
stray into wrong passageways.
Presently we commenced the descent of a very steep incline.
"It will not be long," he said, "before we shall have light. At the
lower levels we meet the same stratum of phosphorescent rock that
Never shall I forget that trip through the pits of Issus. While it was
devoid of important incidents yet it was filled for me with a strange
charm of excitement and adventure which I think must have hinged
principally on the unguessable antiquity of these long-forgotten
corridors. The things which the Stygian darkness hid from my objective
eye could not have been half so wonderful as the pictures which my
imagination wrought as it conjured to life again the ancient peoples of
this dying world and set them once more to the labours, the intrigues,
the mysteries and the cruelties which they had practised to make their
last stand against the swarming hordes of the dead sea bottoms that had
driven them step by step to the uttermost pinnacle of the world where
they were now intrenched behind an impenetrable barrier of superstition.
In addition to the green men there had been three principal races upon
Barsoom. The blacks, the whites, and a race of yellow men. As the
waters of the planet dried and the seas receded, all other resources
dwindled until life upon the planet became a constant battle for
The various races had made war upon one another for ages, and the three
higher types had easily bested the green savages of the water places of
the world, but now that the receding seas necessitated constant
abandonment of their fortified cities and forced upon them a more or
less nomadic life in which they became separated into smaller
communities they soon fell prey to the fierce hordes of green men. The
result was a partial amalgamation of the blacks, whites and yellows,
the result of which is shown in the present splendid race of red men.
I had always supposed that all traces of the original races had
disappeared from the
" That Billy survived is one of the hitherto unrecorded miracles of the power of matter over mind.Page 12
His idea of indicating strength and manliness lay in displaying as much of brutality and uncouthness as possible.Page 21
I'll alter our course and speak to her--we'll see what's wrong, and give her a hand if we can.Page 28
to take the places upon the brigantine of those left as a prize crew aboard the yacht returned with the girl to the Halfmoon.Page 71
The lack of water was keenly felt by all, but it was too far to the spring to chance taking the time necessary to fetch the much-craved fluid and those who were to forge into the jungle in search of Barbara Harding hoped to find water farther inland, while it was decided to dispatch Bony Sawyer to the spring for water for those who were to remain on guard at the cliff top.Page 96
the truth flashed upon him.Page 108
" "Maybe you'd better come along," suggested Billy.Page 136
"Once youse was strong on de sob stuff wit me, tellin' me how noble I was, an' all de different tings youse would do fer me to repay all I done fer youse.Page 150
" The tramp who had plumbed the depths of the creek's foot of water and two feet of soft mud was crawling ashore.Page 164
his companion went wide in incredulity and surprise.Page 166
From the conversation which she overheard the woman concluded that, after all, she had been mistaken, not only about these two,.Page 190
They had reached a point where the trail passes through a narrow dry arroyo which the waters of the rainy season had cut deep into the soft, powdery soil.Page 192
One of the two men Pesita had sent to assassinate his "guests" dropped his gun, clutched at his breast, screamed, and sank back behind a clump of mesquite.Page 200
"Savvy Spanish?" asked Grayson.Page 213
The latter fired scarce a second after Billy's shot had pinged so perilously close--fired at a perfect target but fifty yards away.Page 251
had come and saw Eddie Shorter running toward him, a smoking six-shooter in his right hand.Page 256
Bridge knew nothing of what had happened to Billy, for Pesita had seen to it that the information was kept from the American.Page 267
A short distance from the ranchhouse they could see the enemy, consisting of a detachment of some twenty of Pesita's troopers riding at a brisk trot in their direction.Page 271
Will you surrender?" he asked of Bridge.