seemed that during the hours set aside for sleep only one
man was on duty at a time. He paced a beat that passed around the
prison, at a distance of about a hundred feet from the building.
The pace of the sentries, Xodar said, was very slow, requiring nearly
ten minutes to make a single round. This meant that for practically
five minutes at a time each side of the prison was unguarded as the
sentry pursued his snail-like pace upon the opposite side.
"This information you ask," said Xodar, "will be all very valuable
AFTER we get out, but nothing that you have asked has any bearing on
that first and most important consideration."
"We will get out all right," I replied, laughing. "Leave that to me."
"When shall we make the attempt?" he asked.
"The first night that finds a small craft moored near the shore of
Shador," I replied.
"But how will you know that any craft is moored near Shador? The
windows are far beyond our reach."
"Not so, friend Xodar; look!"
With a bound I sprang to the bars of the window opposite us, and took a
quick survey of the scene without.
Several small craft and two large battleships lay within a hundred
yards of Shador.
"To-night," I thought, and was just about to voice my decision to
Xodar, when, without warning, the door of our prison opened and a guard
If the fellow saw me there our chances of escape might quickly go
glimmering, for I knew that they would put me in irons if they had the
slightest conception of the wonderful agility which my earthly muscles
gave me upon Mars.
The man had entered and was standing facing the centre of the room, so
that his back was toward me. Five feet above me was the top of a
partition wall separating our cell from the next.
There was my only chance to escape detection. If the fellow turned, I
was lost; nor could I have dropped to the floor undetected, since he
was so nearly below me that I would have struck him had I done so.
"Where is the white man?" cried the guard of Xodar. "Issus commands
his presence." He started to turn to see if I were in another part of
I scrambled up the iron grating of the window until I could catch a
good footing on the sill with one foot; then I let go my hold and
sprang for the partition top.
"What was that?" I heard the deep voice of
And if he didn't! James gasped at the thought.Page 3
They were large men with features closely resembling those of the African Negro though their skins were white.Page 4
Come! We kill! We kill!" And with hideous shouts they charged down upon the Europeans.Page 11
It was an arduous and gruesome job extricating Tippet's mangled remains from the powerful jaws, the men working for the most part silently.Page 26
of paper-making.Page 32
That you are here, alive, shows that they may not intend to kill you at all, and so there is a chance for you if you do not anger them; but touch him in violence and your bleached skull will top the loftiest pedestal of Oo-oh.Page 33
" "And what is beyond the city, if we could leave it?" pursued Bradley.Page 35
As they approached it, Bradley saw that it was a huge building rising a hundred feet in height from the ground and that it stood alone in the center of what might have been called a plaza in some other part of the world.Page 38
"Tell me," he cried, "what is cos-ata-lu?" "Food!" whimpered An-Tak.Page 47
Quickly he felt for bottom with his feet and as quickly stood erect, snatching the bloody, clammy cloth from his face.Page 53
He felt rather all in, himself, more so than.Page 56
"Quick!" screamed the thing.Page 63
"We are just below the place of the yellow door," she said.Page 65
Standing between these and one of the outer pedestals that supported one of the numerous skulls Bradley made one end of a piece of rope fast about the pedestal and dropped the other end to the ground outside the city.Page 66
He told the girl that she should remain in hiding; but she refused to be left, saying that whatever fate was to be his, she.Page 68
her announcement of her love for An-Tak.Page 70
Then it rose rapidly and winged away toward the city.Page 74
" He disengaged himself from her arms and looked again in time to see that the rear of the column had just passed him.Page 76
But there were no more adversaries to take on.Page 78
Often the vessel was brought to a stop, and always there were anxious eyes scanning the shore for an answering signal.