horde at his heels.
It seemed the forest now or nothing, and I was just on the point of
motioning Tars Tarkas to follow me in that direction when the sun
passed the cliff's zenith, and as the bright rays touched the dull
surface it burst out into a million scintillant lights of burnished
gold, of flaming red, of soft greens, and gleaming whites--a more
gorgeous and inspiring spectacle human eye has never rested upon.
The face of the entire cliff was, as later inspection conclusively
proved, so shot with veins and patches of solid gold as to quite
present the appearance of a solid wall of that precious metal except
where it was broken by outcroppings of ruby, emerald, and diamond
boulders--a faint and alluring indication of the vast and unguessable
riches which lay deeply buried behind the magnificent surface.
But what caught my most interested attention at the moment that the
sun's rays set the cliff's face a-shimmer, was the several black spots
which now appeared quite plainly in evidence high across the gorgeous
wall close to the forest's top, and extending apparently below and
behind the branches.
Almost immediately I recognised them for what they were, the dark
openings of caves entering the solid walls--possible avenues of escape
or temporary shelter, could we but reach them.
There was but a single way, and that led through the mighty, towering
trees upon our right. That I could scale them I knew full well, but
Tars Tarkas, with his mighty bulk and enormous weight, would find it a
task possibly quite beyond his prowess or his skill, for Martians are
at best but poor climbers. Upon the entire surface of that ancient
planet I never before had seen a hill or mountain that exceeded four
thousand feet in height above the dead sea bottoms, and as the ascent
was usually gradual, nearly to their summits they presented but few
opportunities for the practice of climbing. Nor would the Martians
have embraced even such opportunities as might present themselves, for
they could always find a circuitous route about the base of any
eminence, and these roads they preferred and followed in preference to
the shorter but more arduous ways.
However, there was nothing else to consider than an attempt to scale
the trees contiguous to the cliff in an effort to reach the caves above.
The Thark grasped the possibilities and the difficulties of the plan at
once, but there was no alternative, and so we set out rapidly for the
trees nearest the cliff.
Our relentless pursuers were now close to us, so close that
It was better to fly, carrying in my bosom a shred of hope, than to remain and, with my priesthood, abandon hope forever.Page 21
bottom of the gorge.Page 29
One or two of the larger young bucks fidgeted restlessly and eyed him; but there was no reply.Page 45
Horrible? But you are judging a wild beast by the standards of civilization.Page 61
The ape-man finally commenced to entertain an idea of the hopelessness of his case and to realize to the full why the Kor-ul-GRYF had been religiously abjured by the races of Pal-ul-don for all these many ages.Page 113
"Have no fear, Princess," he assured her.Page 116
There were other windows but they were similarly barred.Page 128
"Let us get out of A-lur quickly," he urged, "or we shall have the whole city upon us.Page 138
Lu-don, the high priest, has planned to seize the palace and destroy the loyal warriors that Mo-sar may be made king--Mo-sar who will be the tool and creature of Lu-don.Page 148
shaft of a spear--a hunting spear such as her beloved Waziri had liked best.Page 158
Never, thought Lady Greystoke, had aught more delicious passed her lips.Page 166
It emanated from the city where the friends and relatives of the palace warriors, who were largely also the friends and relatives of Lu-don's forces, found the means, urged.Page 170
He heard them stop beyond the door.Page 178
There was a choking sensation in.Page 183
The only difference being that he was now a maniac with a fixed intent.Page 191
There arose now the question as to what was to be done with the GRYF while they remained in the city.Page 201
Behind them were banked a score of lesser priests who chanted in unison: "This is Jad-ben-Otho.Page 202
It appeared to be a rope.Page 207
Wash the blood from your eastern altar and drain forever the water from the western.