fate occurred to me for this false deity.
"First Born," I cried, turning to those who stood within the chamber,
"you have seen to-day the impotency of Issus--the gods are impotent.
Issus is no god. She is a cruel and wicked old woman, who has deceived
and played upon you for ages. Take her. John Carter, Prince of
Helium, would not contaminate his hand with her blood," and with that I
pushed the raving beast, whom a short half-hour before a whole world
had worshipped as divine, from the platform of her throne into the
waiting clutches of her betrayed and vengeful people.
Spying Xodar among the officers of the red men, I called him to lead me
quickly to the Temple of the Sun, and, without waiting to learn what
fate the First Born would wreak upon their goddess, I rushed from the
chamber with Xodar, Carthoris, Hor Vastus, Kantos Kan, and a score of
other red nobles.
The black led us rapidly through the inner chambers of the temple,
until we stood within the central court--a great circular space paved
with a transparent marble of exquisite whiteness. Before us rose a
golden temple wrought in the most wondrous and fanciful designs, inlaid
with diamond, ruby, sapphire, turquoise, emerald, and the thousand
nameless gems of Mars, which far transcend in loveliness and purity of
ray the most priceless stones of Earth.
"This way," cried Xodar, leading us toward the entrance to a tunnel
which opened in the courtyard beside the temple. Just as we were on
the point of descending we heard a deep-toned roar burst from the
Temple of Issus, which we had but just quitted, and then a red man,
Djor Kantos, padwar of the fifth utan, broke from a nearby gate, crying
to us to return.
"The blacks have fired the temple," he cried. "In a thousand places it
is burning now. Haste to the outer gardens, or you are lost."
As he spoke we saw smoke pouring from a dozen windows looking out upon
the courtyard of the Temple of the Sun, and far above the highest
minaret of Issus hung an ever-growing pall of smoke.
"Go back! Go back!" I cried to those who had accompanied me. "The
way! Xodar; point the way and leave me. I shall reach my Princess
"Follow me, John Carter," replied Xodar, and without waiting for my
reply he dashed down into the tunnel at our feet. At his heels I ran
down through a half-dozen tiers of galleries, until at last he
For a moment the Waz-don gazed down into the green rift at the bottom of which a tumultuous river tumbled downward along its rocky bed, then he closed his eyes as to a sudden spasm of pain and turned away.Page 41
Of course Pan-at-lee thought no such thoughts, for evolution and progress existed not for her, or her kind.Page 43
"Shall we kill it now?" "No," replied the chief, "we will wait until its life returns into its head that I may question it.Page 48
How did this strange creature know her name? How did it know that she had descended the pegs by a certain cave? It must, then, have been here when she came.Page 56
would have to climb high in an incredibly short time as, unless appearances were deceiving, the thing could reach up and pluck him down from any branch under thirty feet above the ground, and possibly from those up to fifty feet, if it reared up on its hind legs.Page 62
Once again was the sun high when Tarzan awoke, rested and refreshed.Page 64
But she was not to reach Kor-ul-JA this day, nor the next, nor for many days after though the danger that threatened her was neither Waz-don enemy.Page 66
It seemed, too, equally futile to pit his puny knife against this frightful creature.Page 79
"But," added Tarzan, "a god may honor his faithful servant.Page 124
therefore it is not strange that Ko-tan should suspect that only the gods are thus.Page 127
Upon no other hypothesis is the thing that Bu-lot now did explicable.Page 137
" "Which way?" he cried.Page 143
In his usual arrogant and disagreeable manner he called his servants, telling them that he and the white kali were going out into the brush to hunt.Page 145
Before her loomed a forest, darkly, and from its depths came those nameless sounds that are a part of the night life of the jungle--the rustling of leaves in the wind, the rubbing together of contiguous branches, the scurrying of a rodent, all magnified by the darkness to sinister and awe-inspiring proportions; the hoot of an owl, the distant scream of a great cat, the barking of wild dogs, attested the presence of the myriad life she could not see--the savage life, the free life of which she was now a.Page 147
Then she climbed into the great tree to examine them at leisure.Page 195
Standing close to her head he held the rug outspread above her face.Page 199
He pulled upon it sharply and through the temple boomed the deep tones of a metal gong.Page 200
"Come," cried Obergatz, planting a vicious kick in the side of the slave girl.Page 212
Pan-sat (soft skin).