man began to realize that he had at last met
His face became livid with rage as he found my guard impregnable, while
blood flowed from a dozen minor wounds upon his face and body.
"Who are you, white man?" he hissed. "That you are no Barsoomian from
the outer world is evident from your colour. And you are not of us."
His last statement was almost a question.
"What if I were from the Temple of Issus?" I hazarded on a wild guess.
"Fate forfend!" he exclaimed, his face going white under the blood that
now nearly covered it.
I did not know how to follow up my lead, but I carefully laid the idea
away for future use should circumstances require it. His answer
indicated that for all he KNEW I might be from the Temple of Issus and
in it were men like unto myself, and either this man feared the inmates
of the temple or else he held their persons or their power in such
reverence that he trembled to think of the harm and indignities he had
heaped upon one of them.
But my present business with him was of a different nature than that
which requires any considerable abstract reasoning; it was to get my
sword between his ribs, and this I succeeded in doing within the next
few seconds, nor was I an instant too soon.
The chained prisoners had been watching the combat in tense silence;
not a sound had fallen in the room other than the clashing of our
contending blades, the soft shuffling of our naked feet and the few
whispered words we had hissed at each other through clenched teeth the
while we continued our mortal duel.
But as the body of my antagonist sank an inert mass to the floor a cry
of warning broke from one of the female prisoners.
"Turn! Turn! Behind you!" she shrieked, and as I wheeled at the first
note of her shrill cry I found myself facing a second man of the same
race as he who lay at my feet.
The fellow had crept stealthily from a dark corridor and was almost
upon me with raised sword ere I saw him. Tars Tarkas was nowhere in
sight and the secret panel in the wall, through which I had come, was
How I wished that he were by my side now! I had fought almost
continuously for many hours; I had passed through such experiences and
adventures as must sap the vitality of man, and with all this I
Shea had gone to bed and I should have followed suit, for we are always in the saddle here before sunrise; but instead I sat there before the chess table in the library, idly blowing smoke at the dishonored head of my defeated king.Page 11
did not return to her father's guests, but awaited in her own apartments the word from Djor Kantos which she knew must come, begging her to return to the gardens.Page 12
Perhaps because in that direction lay the least known areas of Barsoom, and, ergo, Romance, Mystery, and Adventure.Page 21
And the watchers saw that this great ship was merely being blown away with the other bits of debris great and small that filled the sky.Page 35
"Did not I capture her? She will come with me to the tower of Moak.Page 46
They neither see, nor feel, nor hear.Page 70
"Enter there!" and he pointed to a doorway before them.Page 114
"I do not know," said Lan-O; "A-Kor says that he believes that it is because their country has never been invaded by a victorious foe.Page 115
" "Do those who direct the play ever actually take part in it?" asked Tara.Page 117
" "What foolishness is this?" cried the girl.Page 123
Nor did it fail in its effect upon Turan as they conducted him the length of the chamber, where he waited before great doors until he should be summoned into the presence of the ruler of Manator.Page 136
But come, we must get to work; come into the next chamber and I will begin your instruction.Page 137
Few come to the pits of the dead--only those who bring the dead and they hasten away as fast as they can.Page 145
My name is Val Dor.Page 148
We shall not have to fight against a single fellow-countryman and every life we take will be the life of an enemy.Page 163
"No one comes here.Page 179
Tara of Helium sat with arms folded upon her small, firm breasts, her eyes flashing from behind narrowed lids, nor did she deign to answer his overture.Page 182
"I am safe," retorted I-Gos, "for I am not a.Page 197
They cry aloud for the Princess of Helium and swear to leave Manator a blazing funeral pyre consuming the bodies of all our people.Page 202