several rows of long needle-like fangs; its mouth reaches to a point
far back of its tiny ears, while its enormous, protruding eyes of green
add the last touch of terror to its awful aspect.
As it crept toward me it lashed its powerful tail against its yellow
sides, and when it saw that it was discovered it emitted the terrifying
roar which often freezes its prey into momentary paralysis in the
instant that it makes its spring.
And so it launched its great bulk toward me, but its mighty voice had
held no paralysing terrors for me, and it met cold steel instead of the
tender flesh its cruel jaws gaped so widely to engulf.
An instant later I drew my blade from the still heart of this great
Barsoomian lion, and turning toward Tars Tarkas was surprised to see
him facing a similar monster.
No sooner had he dispatched his than I, turning, as though drawn by the
instinct of my guardian subconscious mind, beheld another of the savage
denizens of the Martian wilds leaping across the chamber toward me.
From then on for the better part of an hour one hideous creature after
another was launched upon us, springing apparently from the empty air
Tars Tarkas was satisfied; here was something tangible that he could
cut and slash with his great blade, while I, for my part, may say that
the diversion was a marked improvement over the uncanny voices from
That there was nothing supernatural about our new foes was well
evidenced by their howls of rage and pain as they felt the sharp steel
at their vitals, and the very real blood which flowed from their
severed arteries as they died the real death.
I noticed during the period of this new persecution that the beasts
appeared only when our backs were turned; we never saw one really
materialize from thin air, nor did I for an instant sufficiently lose
my excellent reasoning faculties to be once deluded into the belief
that the beasts came into the room other than through some concealed
and well-contrived doorway.
Among the ornaments of Tars Tarkas' leather harness, which is the only
manner of clothing worn by Martians other than silk capes and robes of
silk and fur for protection from the cold after dark, was a small
mirror, about the bigness of a lady's hand glass, which hung midway
between his shoulders and his waist against his broad back.
Once as he stood looking down at a newly fallen antagonist my eyes
happened to fall upon this mirror and in its shiny
" It was with difficulty that Tarzan restrained a smile, and after satisfying himself that the tutor was more scared than injured, he ordered his closed car around and departed in the direction of a certain well-known music hall.Page 19
His plan, however, was sufficiently cunning to at least cast a doubt upon the assertion that his mentality was wandering.Page 28
Lighting the lamp he moved the bed to one side and, inch by inch, he felt over the entire floor.Page 35
No amount of cruelty appeared sufficient to crush the innate happiness and sweetness from her full.Page 36
She feared the gloomy jungle too--the cruel jungle that surrounded the little village with chattering monkeys and screaming birds by day and the roaring and coughing and moaning of the carnivora by night.Page 45
He had said nothing of this plan to Akut, for he knew that the old ape would look with displeasure upon any suggestion that savored of separation.Page 67
He leaned forward a little to get a better view of the target.Page 68
He glanced at the spear, with its well-worn grip and cruel, barbed head.Page 70
Instead, terror, stark, paralyzing terror, was mirrored in her eyes, in the expression of her mouth, in the tense, cowering attitude of her body.Page 72
Possibly she pictured a distant village similar to that of The Sheik in which lived other white men like the stranger.Page 105
You cannot see.Page 108
Nothing short of death itself could prevent her Korak from returning for her.Page 116
It was as though in some subtile way the girl had breathed a message of kindred savagery to their savage hearts.Page 165
She did not know exactly where Hanson's camp lay and so she did not guess that he was not leading her toward it.Page 181
What was that! Voices and the dip of paddles out upon the river? Baynes ran across the dead village toward the fringe of jungle upon the river's brim.Page 185
The Sheik and his party had been marching southward along the river when one of them, dropping out of line to fetch water, had seen Meriem paddling desperately from the opposite shore.Page 196
Now and again he would halt to listen as though for an answer to his weird call, then on again, deeper and deeper into the wood.Page 205
The sound of laughter fell upon his ears, and then from the opposite side of the village came the notes of a once familiar tune: God Save the King.Page 216
She upbraided herself for not thinking of that before--of letting her desire to get the wounded Morison back to the bungalow blind her to the possibilities of Korak's need for her.Page 217
After a moment's hesitation he did as he was bid.