"Men of the First Born, look!"
For an instant the fighting ceased, and with one accord every eye
turned in the direction I had indicated, and the sight they saw was one
no man of the First Born had ever imagined could be.
Across the gardens, from side to side, stood a wavering line of black
warriors, while beyond them and forcing them ever back was a great
horde of green warriors astride their mighty thoats. And as we
watched, one, fiercer and more grimly terrible than his fellows, rode
forward from the rear, and as he came he shouted some fierce command to
his terrible legion.
It was Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark, and as he couched his great
forty-foot metal-shod lance we saw his warriors do likewise. Then it
was that we interpreted his command. Twenty yards now separated the
green men from the black line. Another word from the great Thark, and
with a wild and terrifying battle-cry the green warriors charged. For
a moment the black line held, but only for a moment--then the fearsome
beasts that bore equally terrible riders passed completely through it.
After them came utan upon utan of red men. The green horde broke to
surround the temple. The red men charged for the interior, and then we
turned to continue our interrupted battle; but our foes had vanished.
My first thought was of Dejah Thoris. Calling to Carthoris that I had
found his mother, I started on a run toward the chamber where I had
left her, with my boy close beside me. After us came those of our
little force who had survived the bloody conflict.
The moment I entered the room I saw that some one had been there since
I had left. A silk lay upon the floor. It had not been there before.
There were also a dagger and several metal ornaments strewn about as
though torn from their wearer in a struggle. But worst of all, the
door leading to the pits where I had hidden my Princess was ajar.
With a bound I was before it, and, thrusting it open, rushed within.
Dejah Thoris had vanished. I called her name aloud again and again,
but there was no response. I think in that instant I hovered upon the
verge of insanity. I do not recall what I said or did, but I know that
for an instant I was seized with the rage of a maniac.
"Issus!" I cried. "Issus! Where is
"All right, sweetheart, I'll be through by noon for sure--by noon for sure.Page 12
Sing poor," with which more or less enigmatical rejoinder the Chinaman returned to his work.Page 16
Tell me that she does not reciprocate your love.Page 24
The valiant Chinaman sought the ashen throat of his antagonist, but his wiry, sinewy muscles were as reeds beneath the force of that inhuman power that opposed them.Page 33
"What could be worse than that which you already have divulged? Oh, how could you have permitted it?" "There is much worse than I have told you, Virginia.Page 39
My work would have gone for naught, for I can see no way in which I can improve upon him.Page 47
Across the room the four stunned Dyaks were recovering consciousness.Page 50
"Oh, Bududreen," she exclaimed, "what has happened at camp? Where is my father? Is he safe? Tell me.Page 51
Now her doubts turned quickly to fears, and with a little gasp of dismay at the grim possibilities which surged through her imagination she ran quickly to the companionway, but above her she saw that the hatch was down, and when she reached the top that it was fastened.Page 52
As the two approached the campong quiet seemed to have again fallen about the scene of the recent alarm.Page 57
"What has happened?" he asked feebly of Sing.Page 60
The girl heard no signs of life upon the ship.Page 78
The riddle was too deep for her--she could not solve it; and then her thoughts were interrupted by the thin, brown hand of Rajah Muda Saffir as it encircled her waist and drew her toward him.Page 90
The strenuous march of the six through the jungle had torn their light cotton garments into shreds so that they were all practically naked, while their bodies were scratched and bleeding from countless wounds inflicted by sharp thorns and tangled brambles through which they had forced their way.Page 100
The girl for her part could not put from her mind the disappointment she had felt when she discovered that her rescuer was von Horn, and not the handsome young giant whom she had been positive was in close pursuit of her abductors.Page 101
Finally, however, they succeeded in eluding the angry enemy, and took up their march through the interior for the head of a river which would lead them to the sea by another route, it being Ninaka's intention to dispose of the contents of the chest as quickly as possible through.Page 108
Suddenly, without an instant's warning, von Horn drew his gun, wheeled, and fired point-blank, first at one of his companions, then at the other.Page 121
Often their eyes met as they talked, but always the girl's fell before the open worship of the man's.Page 133
" "No!" exclaimed Professor Maxon with a vehemence the other could not understand.