"I am not of Barsoom, nor
have I taken yet the voluntary pilgrimage upon the River Iss. My
friend here is Jeddak of all the Tharks, and though he has not yet
expressed a desire to return to the living world, I am taking him with
me from the living lie that hath lured him to this frightful place.
"I am of another world. I am John Carter, Prince of the House of
Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium. Perchance some faint rumour of me may
have leaked within the confines of your hellish abode."
"Yes," she replied, "naught that passes in the world we have left is
unknown here. I have heard of you, many years ago. The therns have
ofttimes wondered whither you had flown, since you had neither taken
the pilgrimage, nor could be found upon the face of Barsoom."
"Tell me," I said, "and who be you, and why a prisoner, yet with power
over the ferocious beasts of the place that denotes familiarity and
authority far beyond that which might be expected of a prisoner or a
"Slave I am," she answered. "For fifteen years a slave in this
terrible place, and now that they have tired of me and become fearful
of the power which my knowledge of their ways has given me I am but
recently condemned to die the death."
"What death?" I asked.
"The Holy Therns eat human flesh," she answered me; "but only that
which has died beneath the sucking lips of a plant man--flesh from
which the defiling blood of life has been drawn. And to this cruel end
I have been condemned. It was to be within a few hours, had your
advent not caused an interruption of their plans."
"Was it then Holy Therns who felt the weight of John Carter's hand?" I
"Oh, no; those whom you laid low are lesser therns; but of the same
cruel and hateful race. The Holy Therns abide upon the outer slopes of
these grim hills, facing the broad world from which they harvest their
victims and their spoils.
"Labyrinthine passages connect these caves with the luxurious palaces
of the Holy Therns, and through them pass upon their many duties the
lesser therns, and hordes of slaves, and prisoners, and fierce beasts;
the grim inhabitants of this sunless world.
"There be within this vast network of winding passages and countless
chambers men, women, and beasts who, born within its dim and gruesome
underworld, have never seen the light of day--nor ever shall.
"They are kept to
With a drunken smile he beckoned to the mucker to join them.Page 17
As it was, Theriere, who had started to leave a second before the others, caught a fleeting glimpse of a face that quickly had been withdrawn from the cabin skylight as though its owner were fearful of detection.Page 57
Like a thing of glass she broke in two with the terrific impact, and in another instant the waters about her were filled with screaming men.Page 79
" Well, she could do no less.Page 95
The shock of that brutal question brought Barbara Harding to her feet.Page 103
They were in the middle of the stream now.Page 104
As the man looked at Barbara Harding standing there before him he saw her in a strange new light, and a sudden realization of.Page 112
"I'm afraid you've hit it off about right," he replied with a grin.Page 163
There was in the stiff shuffle of the men something rather familiar.Page 166
His clothing had proclaimed him a tramp, but, thanks to the razor Bridge always carried, he was clean shaven.Page 171
Crumb stumbled to his feet and made a break for the door.Page 172
"Nothin' doin'," said he; "but t'anks just the same.Page 179
" Bridge made no reply, and the two trudged on toward the whitewashed hut in silence for several minutes.Page 183
"What do you want here in Mexico?" "Well, ol' top," replied Billy, "you see de birds was flyin' south an' winter was in de air, an a fat-head dick from Chi was on me trail--so I ducks.Page 194
There should be fighting and he loved that--that much he knew.Page 209
He had impressed it upon his mind before leaving the room earlier in the evening, for Tony had feared some such contingency as that which had befallen.Page 216
He's probably one of these here paper-collar, cracker-fed college dudes thet don't know nothin' else 'cept writin' in books.Page 232
It was dark and apparently tenantless; but as a matter of fact a pair of eyes chanced at the very moment of Billy's coming to be looking out through the open doorway.Page 247
"Maybe I can get his goat later," he thought, "when he's away from the ranch.Page 279
The joy of living was reflected in the song of birds and the opening of buds.