There was no time to be lost. We sprang to our hobbled thoats, freed
them, and mounted. Then we turned our faces once more toward the north
and took our flight again at the highest speed of our slowest beast.
For the balance of the day and all the following night we raced across
that ochre wilderness with the pursuers at our back ever gaining upon
us. Slowly but surely they were lessening the distance between us.
Just before dark they had been close enough for us to plainly
distinguish that they were green Martians, and all during the long
night we distinctly heard the clanking of their accoutrements behind us.
As the sun rose on the second day of our flight it disclosed the
pursuing horde not a half-mile in our rear. As they saw us a fiendish
shout of triumph rose from their ranks.
Several miles in advance lay a range of hills--the farther shore of the
dead sea we had been crossing. Could we but reach these hills our
chances of escape would be greatly enhanced, but Thuvia's mount,
although carrying the lightest burden, already was showing signs of
exhaustion. I was riding beside her when suddenly her animal staggered
and lurched against mine. I saw that he was going down, but ere he
fell I snatched the girl from his back and swung her to a place upon my
own thoat, behind me, where she clung with her arms about me.
This double burden soon proved too much for my already overtaxed beast,
and thus our speed was terribly diminished, for the others would
proceed no faster than the slowest of us could go. In that little
party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of
different countries, different colours, different races, different
religions--and one of us was of a different world.
We were quite close to the hills, but the Warhoons were gaining so
rapidly that we had given up all hope of reaching them in time. Thuvia
and I were in the rear, for our beast was lagging more and more.
Suddenly I felt the girl's warm lips press a kiss upon my shoulder.
"For thy sake, O my Prince," she murmured. Then her arms slipped from
about my waist and she was gone.
I turned and saw that she had deliberately slipped to the ground in the
very path of the cruel demons who pursued us, thinking that by
lightening the burden of my mount it might thus be enabled to bear me
Occasionally, for the larger game animals and the gigantic beasts of prey, I used my express rifle, but for the most part the revolver filled all my needs.Page 26
Their chiefs we had made kings; their tribal lands kingdoms.Page 35
lay upon the same water then the shore-line must bend far back toward the southwest of Greenwich--an assumption which, by the way, we found later to be true.Page 43
"All these may now belong to the men of Pellucidar.Page 47
Should I again fall into their hands, they intimated it would go ill with me.Page 51
" Kolk was delighted.Page 54
a river rose and ran in a westerly direction, finally turning south and emptying into the Sojar Az some forty miles northeast of Thuria.Page 61
The Thurians do domesticate the colossal lidi, traversing the great Lidi Plains upon the backs of these grotesque and stupendous monsters, and possibly there may also be other, far-distant peoples within the great world, who have tamed others of the wild things of jungle, plain or mountain.Page 68
A sheep might gaze at you without transmitting a warning through your subjective mind, because you are in no danger from a sheep.Page 74
Instead, lured by the din of strife and by the desire to deliver a stroke, however feeble, against hated Hooja, I wheeled and ran directly toward the village.Page 82
"Among his prisoners is Dian the Beautiful One, whose brother, Dacor the Strong One, chief of Amoz, once saved my life when he came to Thuria to steal a mate.Page 84
to take up his position where he could watch the boat and await Dian, I to crawl cautiously on toward the caves.Page 87
with these four.Page 91
I could see Juag standing just beneath her with his hands upstretched to assist her.Page 93
"What have you there?" I asked.Page 97
When, after despatching him, I looked back for Dian, I could see nothing of her.Page 98
The story of the tragedy was all too plain.Page 113
They were white, but hideously painted.Page 127
Then he plugged the muzzle tight with a cone-shaped block of wood, hammered and jammed in as tight as it could be.Page 133
At Greenwich we have located a town and an observatory--though there is nothing to observe but the stationary sun directly overhead.