between his shoulders and his waist against his broad back.
Once as he stood looking down at a newly fallen antagonist my eyes
happened to fall upon this mirror and in its shiny surface I saw
pictured a sight that caused me to whisper:
"Move not, Tars Tarkas! Move not a muscle!"
He did not ask why, but stood like a graven image while my eyes watched
the strange thing that meant so much to us.
What I saw was the quick movement of a section of the wall behind me.
It was turning upon pivots, and with it a section of the floor directly
in front of it was turning. It was as though you placed a
visiting-card upon end on a silver dollar that you had laid flat upon a
table, so that the edge of the card perfectly bisected the surface of
The card might represent the section of the wall that turned and the
silver dollar the section of the floor. Both were so nicely fitted
into the adjacent portions of the floor and wall that no crack had been
noticeable in the dim light of the chamber.
As the turn was half completed a great beast was revealed sitting upon
its haunches upon that part of the revolving floor that had been on the
opposite side before the wall commenced to move; when the section
stopped, the beast was facing toward me on our side of the
partition--it was very simple.
But what had interested me most was the sight that the half-turned
section had presented through the opening that it had made. A great
chamber, well lighted, in which were several men and women chained to
the wall, and in front of them, evidently directing and operating the
movement of the secret doorway, a wicked-faced man, neither red as are
the red men of Mars, nor green as are the green men, but white, like
myself, with a great mass of flowing yellow hair.
The prisoners behind him were red Martians. Chained with them were a
number of fierce beasts, such as had been turned upon us, and others
equally as ferocious.
As I turned to meet my new foe it was with a heart considerably
"Watch the wall at your end of the chamber, Tars Tarkas," I cautioned,
"it is through secret doorways in the wall that the brutes are loosed
upon us." I was very close to him and spoke in a low whisper that my
knowledge of their secret might not be disclosed to our tormentors.
As long as we
She was very young, and equally good to look upon.Page 13
"What is the meaning of this?" said Tarzan, turning to Rokoff, whom he intuitively singled out as the instigator of the outrage.Page 14
Tarzan saw a malicious grin of triumph curl Rokoff's lip.Page 15
Men such as they must cleave only to the vile, hating all that is noblest and best.Page 36
Let us go out and drink to the very good health of Monsieur Tarzan in some of old Plancon's unparalleled absinth; not forgetting that the Count de Coude is one of the best swordsmen in Paris, and by far the best shot in all France.Page 41
An hour later Tarzan, with a rather bulky manuscript in his coat pocket, turned at the door leading from Rokoff's room.Page 42
For an instant we were the victims of a sudden madness--it was not love--and it would have left us, unharmed, as suddenly as it had come upon us even though De Coude had not returned.Page 47
Monsieur Flaubert embraced D'Arnot.Page 53
He means trouble, m'sieur.Page 63
Tarzan and his party met them just outside the town.Page 80
What a bully chum she would have.Page 84
Later Tarzan would come in alone, and go directly to an obscure native inn.Page 97
I am afraid that he will immediately connect you with it.Page 110
The heat of the sun awoke him early in the forenoon.Page 130
off chance lions.Page 135
Presently one of the Arabs turned and saw that the thing that had leaped from the tree upon them lay still and quiet where it had fallen in the center of the village street.Page 136
They were about to fire the village.Page 149
"Miss Porter must not see this thing done.Page 179
"Yes, Waziri," replied Busuli.Page 184
But soon they were thrust forth once more, as the girl gave no sign of perturbation at the continued wailing of the man above.