We sought them at the command of the Father of Therns. One
was white with black hair, the other a huge green warrior," and here
the fellow cast a suspicious glance toward Tars Tarkas.
"Here, then, is one of them," spoke Thuvia, indicating the Thark, "and
if you will look upon this dead man by the door perhaps you will
recognize the other. It was left for Sator Throg and his poor slaves
to accomplish what the lesser therns of the guard were unable to do--we
have killed one and captured the other; for this had Sator Throg given
us our liberty. And now in your stupidity have you come and killed all
but myself, and like to have killed the mighty Sator Throg himself."
The men looked very sheepish and very scared.
"Had they not better throw these bodies to the plant men and then
return to their quarters, O Mighty One?" asked Thuvia of me.
"Yes; do as Thuvia bids you," I said.
As the men picked up the bodies I noticed that the one who stooped to
gather up the late Sator Throg started as his closer scrutiny fell upon
the upturned face, and then the fellow stole a furtive, sneaking glance
in my direction from the corner of his eye.
That he suspicioned something of the truth I could have sworn; but that
it was only a suspicion which he did not dare voice was evidenced by
Again, as he bore the body from the room, he shot a quick but searching
glance toward me, and then his eyes fell once more upon the bald and
shiny dome of the dead man in his arms. The last fleeting glimpse that
I obtained of his profile as he passed from my sight without the
chamber revealed a cunning smile of triumph upon his lips.
Only Tars Tarkas, Thuvia, and I were left. The fatal marksmanship of
the therns had snatched from our companions whatever slender chance
they had of gaining the perilous freedom of the world without.
So soon as the last of the gruesome procession had disappeared the girl
urged us to take up our flight once more.
She, too, had noted the questioning attitude of the thern who had borne
Sator Throg away.
"It bodes no good for us, O Prince," she said. "For even though this
fellow dared not chance accusing you in error, there be those above
with power sufficient to demand a closer scrutiny, and that, Prince,
would indeed prove fatal."
I shrugged my shoulders. It seemed that in any
As a stepping-stone I obtained an appointment in the American ambulance service and was on my way to France when three shrill whistles altered, in as many seconds, my entire scheme of life.Page 2
It lasted for perhaps two seconds, to be followed by the screams and moans of the wounded, the cursing of the men and the hoarse commands of the ship's officers.Page 6
Our wet garments had dried but little and I knew that the girl must be in grave danger from the exposure to a night of cold and wet upon the water in an open boat, without sufficient clothing and no food.Page 8
Willing hands dragged us to the deck, Nobs scrambling nimbly aboard without assistance.Page 9
They didn't have to tell me to strip after I once got into the warmth of the boiler-room.Page 15
We hoisted the Union Jack and remained on deck, asking Bradley to go below and assign to each member of the crew his duty, placing one Englishman with a pistol beside each German.Page 17
Benson seen her in there las' night, too, but he never said nothin' till I goes on.Page 22
" Yet I could not believe that it was the girl.Page 30
The water was very warm, and it was fresh, but there was a most unpleasant taste to it.Page 39
pointed at the base of the cliff ahead of us, which the receding tide was gradually exposing to our view.Page 40
After that it was plain sailing, though as far as I could know, there might be most anything ahead of us, and my.Page 46
From noon to midnight their curve of activity is at its height, while from dawn to about nine o'clock it is lowest.Page 50
They dislike cold water and keep as far away from it as possible.Page 62
If he succeeds, we shall have the means for leaving Caspak and returning to our own world.Page 64
It was daylight when I awoke.Page 72
Nobs, by dint of much scrambling and one or two narrow escapes from death, had managed to follow us up the cliff and was now curled between me and the doorway, having devoured a piece of the dried meat, which he seemed to relish immensely.Page 80
I had become a disciple of Lys' fleeting philosophy of the valuelessness of human life.Page 85
He seemed to forget the hatchet dangling by its aurochs-hide thong at his hip, as I forgot, for the moment,.Page 87
If God wills it, we shall live out our lives here.