meantime I was to fetch the red youth to
our cell so that we would be in readiness to make our rash break for
I sprang to the top of our partition wall and pulled myself up on to
it. There I found a flat surface about a foot in width and along this
I walked until I came to the cell in which I saw the boy sitting upon
his bench. He had been leaning back against the wall looking up at the
glowing dome above Omean, and when he spied me balancing upon the
partition wall above him his eyes opened wide in astonishment. Then a
wide grin of appreciative understanding spread across his countenance.
As I stooped to drop to the floor beside him he motioned me to wait,
and coming close below me whispered: "Catch my hand; I can almost leap
to the top of that wall myself. I have tried it many times, and each
day I come a little closer. Some day I should have been able to make
I lay upon my belly across the wall and reached my hand far down toward
him. With a little run from the centre of the cell he sprang up until
I grasped his outstretched hand, and thus I pulled him to the wall's
top beside me.
"You are the first jumper I ever saw among the red men of Barsoom," I
He smiled. "It is not strange. I will tell you why when we have more
Together we returned to the cell in which Xodar sat; descending to talk
with him until the hour had passed.
There we made our plans for the immediate future, binding ourselves by
a solemn oath to fight to the death for one another against whatsoever
enemies should confront us, for we knew that even should we succeed in
escaping the First Born we might still have a whole world against
us--the power of religious superstition is mighty.
It was agreed that I should navigate the craft after we had reached
her, and that if we made the outer world in safety we should attempt to
reach Helium without a stop.
"Why Helium?" asked the red youth.
"I am a prince of Helium," I replied.
He gave me a peculiar look, but said nothing further on the subject. I
wondered at the time what the significance of his expression might be,
but in the press of other matters it soon left my mind, nor did I have
occasion to think of it again until
"Back, Alice," shouted Clayton, "for God's sake, go back.Page 34
But nowhere was pictured any of his own people; in all the book was none that resembled Kerchak, or Tublat, or Kala.Page 43
Today it was the killing of a giant ape, a member of another tribe, and as the people of Kerchak entered the arena two mighty bulls were seen bearing the body of the vanquished between them.Page 47
"I am a great killer.Page 52
It was alive with lions and leopards and poisonous snakes.Page 55
What though Kala was a fierce and hideous ape! To Tarzan she had been kind, she had been beautiful.Page 61
Finally his eyes rested upon a woman directly beneath him.Page 80
None there was who could now doubt his high origin.Page 83
Her great eyes rolled in evident terror, first toward.Page 93
No, this could not be Tarzan of the Apes, for it was very evident that he was an utter stranger to English.Page 96
The girl, standing pale and rigid against the farther wall, sought with ever-increasing terror for some loophole of escape.Page 111
"You're no admiral, you damned shrimp.Page 116
The writer told how when but a week out from Spain the crew had mutinied and murdered every officer and man who opposed them; but they defeated their own ends by this very act, for there was none left competent to navigate a ship at sea.Page 134
She noted the graceful majesty of his carriage, the perfect symmetry of his magnificent figure and the poise of his well-shaped head upon his broad shoulders.Page 137
At last she desisted and with a little laugh raised the locket to her lips.Page 139
Could it be that she did not care! She began to comprehend, also, that she was entirely contented sitting here by the side of this smiling giant eating delicious fruit in a sylvan paradise far within the remote depths of an African jungle--that she was contented and very happy.Page 148
"Whom do you mean?" "He who has saved each of us--who saved me from the gorilla.Page 149
She knew that Clayton spoke merely what he thought, and for the first time she began to analyze the structure which supported her newfound love, and to subject its object to a critical examination.Page 156
For many days D'Arnot lay upon his bed of soft ferns.Page 157
The fever had not been the result of infection, as D'Arnot had thought, but one of those that commonly attack whites in the jungles of Africa, and either kill or leave them as suddenly as D'Arnot's had left him.