"I know not," replied Xodar. "He was here even as you entered. I am
not his keeper--go find him."
The black grumbled something that I could not understand, and then I
heard him unlocking the door into one of the other cells on the further
side. Listening intently, I caught the sound as the door closed behind
him. Then I sprang once more to the top of the partition and dropped
into my own cell beside the astonished Xodar.
"Do you see now how we will escape?" I asked him in a whisper.
"I see how you may," he replied, "but I am no wiser than before as to
how I am to pass these walls. Certain it is that I cannot bounce over
them as you do."
We heard the guard moving about from cell to cell, and finally, his
rounds completed, he again entered ours. When his eyes fell upon me
they fairly bulged from his head.
"By the shell of my first ancestor!" he roared. "Where have you been?"
"I have been in prison since you put me here yesterday," I answered.
"I was in this room when you entered. You had better look to your
He glared at me in mingled rage and relief.
"Come," he said. "Issus commands your presence."
He conducted me outside the prison, leaving Xodar behind. There we
found several other guards, and with them the red Martian youth who
occupied another cell upon Shador.
The journey I had taken to the Temple of Issus on the preceding day was
repeated. The guards kept the red boy and myself separated, so that we
had no opportunity to continue the conversation that had been
interrupted the previous night.
The youth's face had haunted me. Where had I seen him before. There
was something strangely familiar in every line of him; in his carriage,
his manner of speaking, his gestures. I could have sworn that I knew
him, and yet I knew too that I had never seen him before.
When we reached the gardens of Issus we were led away from the temple
instead of toward it. The way wound through enchanted parks to a
mighty wall that towered a hundred feet in air.
Massive gates gave egress upon a small plain, surrounded by the same
gorgeous forests that I had seen at the foot of the Golden Cliffs.
Crowds of blacks were strolling in the same direction that our guards
were leading us, and with them mingled my old friends the plant
Great tails lashed in frenzied anger about us, razor-like talons cut our limbs and bodies, and a green and sticky syrup, such as oozes from a crushed caterpillar, smeared us from head to foot, for every cut and thrust of our longswords brought spurts of this stuff upon us from the severed arteries of the plant men, through which it courses in its sluggish viscidity in lieu of blood.Page 20
When we reached the opening at the top Tars Tarkas drew to one side that I might pass out and investigate, as, owing to my lesser weight and greater agility, I was better fitted for the perilous threading of this dizzy, hanging pathway.Page 59
Upon Barsoom, quarter is neither asked nor given, and each dead man means so much more of the waning resources of this dying planet to be divided amongst those who survive.Page 68
At this point the door of our prison opened to admit Xodar.Page 72
As these commenced to revolve the ship took up its journey once more, riding the new element as buoyantly and as safely as she had the air.Page 73
Phaidor, though loath to believe that Issus was allied to such as these, had commenced to entertain doubts and fears.Page 77
We were then led up to the door, where we were directed to get down on our hands and knees with our backs toward the room we were to enter.Page 84
Thus I continued through several of the chambers until in the last one I found a young red Martian boy sleeping upon the stone bench which constituted the only furniture of any of the prison cells.Page 92
The only freedom for us death.Page 95
Snatching up his long-sword, I sprang into the arena.Page 98
Presently a cry went up from a section of the stands near by--"Rise slaves!" "Rise slaves!" it rose and fell until it swelled to a mighty volume of sound that swept in great billows around the entire amphitheatre.Page 111
Gingerly I drew a long-sword from the rack.Page 116
"John Carter!" he cried.Page 118
Below us lay a typical Martian landscape.Page 126
I had not the slightest doubt but that they would preserve so doughty a warrior as the great Thark for the rare sport he would furnish at the Great Games.Page 139
Where have you been, John Carter?" "I have just come from the Valley Dor and the Land of the First Born, Zat Arras," I replied.Page 163
"It was by your wit in apprising me of your existence and imprisonment through the youth, Parthak.Page 173
The therns and blacks had not combined against us.Page 176
had taken with him during my captivity among the First Born.Page 188
There was just one thing needed to complete.