still existed a remnant
of the ancient race of yellow men?
My reveries were broken in upon by a low exclamation from the boy.
"At last, the lighted way," he cried, and looking up I beheld at a long
distance before us a dim radiance.
As we advanced the light increased until presently we emerged into
well-lighted passageways. From then on our progress was rapid until we
came suddenly to the end of a corridor that let directly upon the ledge
surrounding the pool of the submarine.
The craft lay at her moorings with uncovered hatch. Raising his finger
to his lips and then tapping his sword in a significant manner, the
youth crept noiselessly toward the vessel. I was close at his heels.
Silently we dropped to the deserted deck, and on hands and knees
crawled toward the hatchway. A stealthy glance below revealed no guard
in sight, and so with the quickness and the soundlessness of cats we
dropped together into the main cabin of the submarine. Even here was
no sign of life. Quickly we covered and secured the hatch.
Then the boy stepped into the pilot house, touched a button and the
boat sank amid swirling waters toward the bottom of the shaft. Even
then there was no scurrying of feet as we had expected, and while the
boy remained to direct the boat I slid from cabin to cabin in futile
search for some member of the crew. The craft was entirely deserted.
Such good fortune seemed almost unbelievable.
When I returned to the pilot house to report the good news to my
companion he handed me a paper.
"This may explain the absence of the crew," he said.
It was a radio-aerial message to the commander of the submarine:
"The slaves have risen. Come with what men you have and those that you
can gather on the way. Too late to get aid from Omean. They are
massacring all within the amphitheatre. Issus is threatened. Haste.
"Zithad is Dator of the guards of Issus," explained the youth. "We
gave them a bad scare--one that they will not soon forget."
"Let us hope that it is but the beginning of the end of Issus," I said.
"Only our first ancestor knows," he replied.
We reached the submarine pool in Omean without incident. Here we
debated the wisdom of sinking the craft before leaving her, but finally
decided that it would add nothing to our chances for escape. There
were plenty of blacks on Omean to thwart
"I sail at once upon the Vanator," he said, "in search of Tara of Helium who is thought to have been carried away upon a one-man flier by the storm.Page 21
Boom! The voice of the signal gun rolled down through the screaming wind to the twelve warriors upon the roof.Page 33
It was impossible now to escape discovery.Page 53
"We will return to the tower.Page 62
He saw few animals and no men, until he finally came to the belief that he had fallen upon that fabled area of ancient Barsoom which lay under the curse of her olden gods--the once rich and fertile country whose people in their pride and arrogance had denied the deities, and whose punishment had been extermination.Page 67
To land outside the enclosure spelled certain death, while inside he could see many forms huddled upon the ground as in sleep.Page 77
"Rise!" he shouted to the girl.Page 82
The less he used it the less would its vitality be spent.Page 87
He found himself in a narrow street that paralleled the wall.Page 98
You have never seen a woman or a warrior of Manator captive in Helium! Why should I protect the people of another jeddak? It is his duty to protect them.Page 103
a table standing upon the dirt floor near the wall, and set in the wall several rings from which depended short lengths of chain.Page 104
The effects of the gas departed as rapidly as they had overcome him so that as he opened his eyes he was in full possession of all his faculties.Page 106
While it was thus engaged Ghek took his spider-like way along the table to the opposite end where lay the key to the fetter.Page 107
Instead he explored the burrows.Page 126
"Your people prate of the just laws of Manator, and yet you would slay three strangers without telling them of what crime they are accused.Page 135
" He crossed to the opposite side of the room and raised another cover, reached in and dragged a grotesque looking figure from the hole.Page 144
" A slave rose and approached him.Page 163
O-Mai the Cruel occupied this portion of the palace during his reign, five thousand years before O-Tar.Page 197
They come in great processions from the east and from the south.Page 199
I mourned you truly and then, less than a moon since, I wed with Olvia Marthis.