fact that he let Barney come within reach of his gun. Instantly the
drunken Austrian was transformed into a very sober and active engine
of destruction. Seizing the barrel of the piece Barney jerked it to
one side and toward him, and at the same instant he leaped for the
throat of the sentry.
So quickly was this accomplished that the Austrian had time only for
a single cry, and that was choked in his windpipe by the steel
fingers of the American. Together both men fell heavily to the
ground, Barney retaining his hold upon the other's throat.
Striking and clutching at one another they fought in silence for a
couple of minutes, then the soldier's struggles began to weaken. He
squirmed and gasped for breath. His mouth opened and his tongue
protruded. His eyes started from their sockets. Barney closed his
fingers more tightly upon the bearded throat. He rained heavy blows
upon the upturned face. The beating fists of his adversary waved
wildly now--the blows that reached Barney were pitifully weak.
Presently they ceased. The man struggled violently for an instant,
twitched spasmodically and lay still.
Barney clung to him for several minutes longer, until there was not
the slightest indication of remaining life. The perpetration of the
deed sickened him; but he knew that his act was warranted, for it
had been either his life or the other's. He dragged the body back to
the bushes in which he had been hiding. There he stripped off the
Austrian uniform, put his own clothes upon the corpse and rolled it
into the river.
Dressed as an Austrian private, Barney Custer shouldered the dead
soldier's gun and walked boldly through the wood to the south.
Momentarily he expected to run upon other soldiers, but though he
kept straight on his way for hours he encountered none. The thin
line of sentries along the river had been posted only to double the
preventive measures that had been taken to keep Serbian spies either
from entering or leaving the city.
Toward dawn, at the darkest period of the night, Barney saw lights
ahead of him. Apparently he was approaching a village. He went more
cautiously now, but all his care did not prevent him from running
for the second time that night almost into the arms of a sentry.
This time, however, Barney saw the soldier before he himself was
discovered. It was upon the edge of the town, in an orchard, that
the sentinel was posted. Barney, approaching through the trees,
darting from one to another, was within a few paces of the man
before he saw him.
And Dejah Thoris? You found her well and awaiting you?' 'Yes, I have been to Barsoom again, and--but it's a long story, too long to tell in the limited time I have before I must return.Page 2
'Good-bye, nephew,' he said.Page 5
As far aloft as I could see the stems and branches and twigs were as smooth and as highly polished as the newest of American-made pianos.Page 6
The head, with the exception of the face, was covered by a tangled mass of jet-black hair some eight or ten inches in length.Page 8
A strange purring sound issued from the mouth in the palm of one of his hands, and at the same time he started rapidly toward the bluff, followed by the entire herd.Page 9
The balance of the frightful herd was now circling rapidly and with bewildering speed about the little knot of victims.Page 36
I am John Carter, Prince of the House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.Page 45
The declining sun lighted brilliantly the eastern banks of Korus, the crimson sward, the gorgeous forest.Page 46
For an instant the brutes stood with stiffly erected ears, then they poured from the grove toward the river's bank, covering the distance with great, ungainly leaps.Page 52
Leaping and clawing, they mowed down the warriors with their powerful paws, turning for an instant to rend their victims with frightful fangs.Page 60
At length the girl spoke.Page 74
We were going down swiftly.Page 85
She hears now the words you speak.Page 89
"I will guarantee to scale the wall and take you with me, if you will help with your knowledge of the customs here to appoint the best time for the attempt, and guide me to the shaft that lets from the dome of this abysmal sea to the light of God's pure air above.Page 130
He had met me with levelled spear and cruel hatred in his heart as he charged down upon me, bending low at the side of his mighty thoat as I stood beside the incubator of his horde upon the dead sea bottom beyond Korad.Page 135
The loyal fellow would not be the one to force.Page 147
I, Zat Arrras, Jed of Zodanga, appreciating the royal connections of the.Page 167
"A thern!" whispered Tars Tarkas.Page 178
For a moment I did not fully grasp the terrible import of the slowly rising water.Page 189
Thou only canst save thy people.