"Yes; release me and I will give you entrance to the other horror
chamber, if you wish. The keys to my fetters are upon the first dead
of thy foemen. But why would you return to face again the fierce
banth, or whatever other form of destruction they have loosed within
that awful trap?"
"Because my friend fights there alone," I answered, as I hastily sought
and found the keys upon the carcass of the dead custodian of this grim
chamber of horrors.
There were many keys upon the oval ring, but the fair Martian maid
quickly selected that which sprung the great lock at her waist, and
freed she hurried toward the secret panel.
Again she sought out a key upon the ring. This time a slender,
needle-like affair which she inserted in an almost invisible hole in
the wall. Instantly the door swung upon its pivot, and the contiguous
section of the floor upon which I was standing carried me with it into
the chamber where Tars Tarkas fought.
The great Thark stood with his back against an angle of the walls,
while facing him in a semi-circle a half-dozen huge monsters crouched
waiting for an opening. Their blood-streaked heads and shoulders
testified to the cause of their wariness as well as to the
swordsmanship of the green warrior whose glossy hide bore the same mute
but eloquent witness to the ferocity of the attacks that he had so far
Sharp talons and cruel fangs had torn leg, arm, and breast literally to
ribbons. So weak was he from continued exertion and loss of blood that
but for the supporting wall I doubt that he even could have stood
erect. But with the tenacity and indomitable courage of his kind he
still faced his cruel and relentless foes--the personification of that
ancient proverb of his tribe: "Leave to a Thark his head and one hand
and he may yet conquer."
As he saw me enter, a grim smile touched those grim lips of his, but
whether the smile signified relief or merely amusement at the sight of
my own bloody and dishevelled condition I do not know.
As I was about to spring into the conflict with my sharp long-sword I
felt a gentle hand upon my shoulder and turning found, to my surprise,
that the young woman had followed me into the chamber.
"Wait," she whispered, "leave them to me," and pushing me advanced, all
defenceless and unarmed, upon the snarling banths.
When quite close to them she spoke a single Martian word in low but
And now--why am I writing you? Heaven knows, unless it is that the persistent clicking of that unfathomable enigma out there in the vast silences of the Sahara has so wrought upon my nerves that reason refuses longer to function sanely.Page 7
Her kind believed that in the center of all-pervading solidity there was a single, vast, spherical cavity, which was Pellucidar.Page 10
I ate many times, however, so that days must have elapsed, possibly months with no familiar landscape rewarding my eager eyes.Page 14
I could not believe.Page 21
Somewhere near by lay the mouth of a treacherous fissure, and far down at its icy bottom lay all that was mortal of my old friend, Abner Perry.Page 39
Out into the broad avenue they conducted me, where, amid huge throngs of Mahars, Sagoths, and heavily guarded slaves, I was led, or, rather, pushed and shoved roughly, along in the same direction that the mob moved.Page 57
Indeed, it was with quite apparent difficulty that he kept his nose above the surface of the sea.Page 60
He stopped in front of me and deliberately raised his bandaged leg and pawed my knee.Page 61
The Thurians practice agriculture in a crude sort of way.Page 69
Then something heavy and hairy sprang upon my back.Page 74
Did I take advantage of my opportunity? I did not.Page 80
Before me spread a rough mesa, liberally sprinkled with large boulders.Page 88
Horror-struck, I hastened to the brink of the abyss just in time to see two splashes upon the surface of the little cove below.Page 91
Then, without waiting to learn the effect of my throw, I wheeled, ran the few steps to the edge, and leaped as far out over that frightful chasm as I could.Page 102
At the same time I was running swiftly toward them.Page 109
There wasn't much wind at the time, and the heavy, lumbering dugout was slow in getting under way.Page 124
It was then that I discovered numerous flags and pennants floating above the army of the besiegers.Page 125
With them were the thousand lidi from Thuria.Page 128
Guessing that the inland sea, which lay not far north of Phutra, was their destination, I took a couple of regiments and followed.Page 135
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