a coward. If I could help you I should
gladly do so. But I am only queen--the vehicle that has helped carry
down, unsullied, the royal blood from the days when Grabritin was a
The old queen's words had a noticeable effect upon the mob of curious
savages which surrounded me. The moment they discovered that the old
queen was friendly to me and that I had rescued her daughter they
commenced to accord me a more friendly interest, and I heard many words
spoken in my behalf, and demands were made that I not be harmed.
But now Buckingham interfered. He had no intention of being robbed of
his prey. Blustering and storming, he ordered the people back to their
huts, at the same time directing two of his warriors to confine me in a
dugout in one of the trenches close to his own shelter.
Here they threw me upon the ground, binding my ankles together and
trussing them up to my wrists behind. There they left me, lying upon
my stomach--a most uncomfortable and strained position, to which was
added the pain where the cords cut into my flesh.
Just a few days ago my mind had been filled with the anticipation of
the friendly welcome I should find among the cultured Englishmen of
London. Today I should be sitting in the place of honor at the banquet
board of one of London's most exclusive clubs, feted and lionized.
The actuality! Here I lay, bound hand and foot, doubtless almost upon
the very site of a part of ancient London, yet all about me was a
primeval wilderness, and I was a captive of half-naked wild men.
I wondered what had become of Delcarte and Taylor and Snider. Would
they search for me? They could never find me, I feared, yet if they
did, what could they accomplish against this horde of savage warriors?
Would that I could warn them. I thought of the girl--doubtless she
could get word to them, but how was I to communicate with her? Would
she come to see me before I was killed? It seemed incredible that she
should not make some slight attempt to befriend me; yet, as I recalled,
she had made no effort to speak with me after we had reached the
village. She had hastened to her mother the moment she had been
liberated. Though she had returned with the old queen, she had not
spoken to me, even then. I began to
In an instant the brute was upon me, but ere it could fasten its hideous mouths into my breast and throat I grasped a writhing tentacle in either hand.Page 25
" I could not help but laugh at his grim humour, and he joined in with me in one of those rare laughs of real enjoyment which was one of the attributes of this fierce Tharkian chief which marked him from the others of his kind.Page 31
"Fate forfend!" he exclaimed, his face going white under the blood that now nearly covered it.Page 36
"Now and again some hapless pilgrim, drifting out upon the silent sea from the cold Iss, escapes.Page 47
gardens and temples above they are kept in pits.Page 68
Not even my--my--" Again she flushed, and started over.Page 71
" "As the lesser Barsoomians of the outer world have been lured by you to the terrible Valley Dor, so may it be that the therns themselves have been lured by the First Born to an equally horrid fate," I suggested.Page 77
"Let them rise," said a voice behind us; a thin, wavering voice, yet one that had evidently been accustomed to command for many years.Page 103
Issus is threatened.Page 120
The last that I saw of him they were bearing him, wounded and bleeding, to the deserted city from which they had sallied to attack us.Page 131
" "I know not any of these places, John Carter.Page 140
"Desist, I beg of you.Page 142
I, Zat Arras, Jed of Zodanga, appreciating the royal connections of the prisoner and his past services to Helium and Barsoom, grant a respite of one year, or until the return of Mors Kajak, or Tardos Mors to Helium.Page 153
" "There is a way," cried Hor Vastus, "to thwart him effectually and for ever.Page 158
In one hand he bore a light, in the other a receptacle containing a gruel-like mixture--the common prison fare of Barsoom.Page 163
His only reply to all our importunities was that whenever Parthak died, were it to-morrow or a thousand years hence, no man could truly say, 'A traitor is gone to his deserts.Page 164
As you know, while all the pits beneath the city are connected, there are but single entrances from those beneath each section and its neighbour, and that at the upper level just underneath the ground.Page 171
Slowly we manoeuvered our circle of death until we hung above the gardens where our green warriors were engaged.Page 181
To my horror, however, I found that my retreat in this direction had been blocked--across the mouth of the corridor stood a massive steel grating that had evidently been lowered from its resting-place above for the purpose of effectually cutting off my escape.