described. That was all. But it meant everything to me and to
I laid the note open upon the floor. Parthak picked it up and, without
a word, left me.
As nearly as I could estimate, I had at this time been in the pits for
three hundred days. If anything was to be done to save Dejah Thoris it
must be done quickly, for, were she not already dead, her end must soon
come, since those whom Issus chose lived but a single year.
The next time I heard approaching footsteps I could scarce await to see
if Parthak wore the harness and the sword, but judge, if you can, my
chagrin and disappointment when I saw that he who bore my food was not
"What has become of Parthak?" I asked, but the fellow would not answer,
and as soon as he had deposited my food, turned and retraced his steps
to the world above.
Days came and went, and still my new jailer continued his duties, nor
would he ever speak a word to me, either in reply to the simplest
question or of his own initiative.
I could only speculate on the cause of Parthak's removal, but that it
was connected in some way directly with the note I had given him was
most apparent to me. After all my rejoicing, I was no better off than
before, for now I did not even know that Carthoris lived, for if
Parthak had wished to raise himself in the estimation of Zat Arras he
would have permitted me to go on precisely as I did, so that he could
carry my note to his master, in proof of his own loyalty and devotion.
Thirty days had passed since I had given the youth the note. Three
hundred and thirty days had passed since my incarceration. As closely
as I could figure, there remained a bare thirty days ere Dejah Thoris
would be ordered to the arena for the rites of Issus.
As the terrible picture forced itself vividly across my imagination, I
buried my face in my arms, and only with the greatest difficulty was it
that I repressed the tears that welled to my eyes despite my every
effort. To think of that beautiful creature torn and rended by the
cruel fangs of the hideous white apes! It was unthinkable. Such a
horrid fact could not be; and yet my reason told me that within thirty
days my incomparable Princess would be fought over in the arena of
In the new dawn he, for the first time, was able to obtain a good look at his captor, and, if he had been.Page 25
Would you like another German?" and smiling he turned away.Page 30
rear--I reported it to you at the time, sir, you'll recall--for the blighters were pepperin' away at the side of that bluff behind them.Page 36
Now, indeed, was Numa, the lion, reduced to the harmlessness of Bara, the deer.Page 37
When he returned to the attack he was again sent sprawling.Page 83
At the rear of the village he discovered a tree whose branches extended over the top of the palisade and a moment later he had dropped quietly into the village.Page 88
His roars and growls were more beastly than the beasts.Page 106
But Zu-tag's ferocity was tempered by a certain native cunning and caution.Page 140
He knew the despised Gomangani as the slowest, the most stupid, and the most defenseless of creatures.Page 160
" "It would prove an instinct of self-destruction," said Tarzan.Page 174
In this direction he made his way, while from out of the forest about him the cries of the flesh-eaters increased in volume and ferocity.Page 178
" The girl shuddered.Page 181
"They're not Negroes, that's certain," rejoined the man.Page 198
The old woman came slowly and sat down on one of the benches opposite her.Page 207
Once on the street he was not at a loss as to the direction in which he wished to go, for he had tracked the two Europeans practically to the gate, which he felt assured must have given them entry to the city.Page 215
Turning at the entrance she pointed to the corpse upon the floor of the outer room, and then crossing the alcove she raised some draperies which covered a couch and fell to the floor upon all sides, disclosing an opening beneath the furniture.Page 225
Removing the cover the ape-man bent low, listening and sniffing.Page 231
The girl, who was standing at the entrance of the alcove, shrank back, her horror reflected in her face.Page 233
Metak, the son of Herog, was no weakling.Page 239
Suddenly the ape-man stopped and turned toward the city, his mighty frame, clothed in the yellow tunic of Herog's soldiery, plainly visible to the others beneath the light of.