he thought, and again he accelerated the speed of the car.
Once before he had had it up to seventy-five miles, and for a
moment, when he had had no opportunity to even glance at the
speedometer, much higher. Now he was to find the maximum limit of
the possibilities of the brave car he had come to look upon with
The road ahead was comparatively straight and level. Behind him
came the enemy. Barney watched the road rushing rapidly out of sight
beneath the gray fenders. He glanced occasionally at the
speedometer. Seventy-five miles an hour. Seventy-seven! "Going
some," murmured Barney as he saw the needle vibrate up to eighty.
Gradually he nursed her up and up to greater speed.
Eighty-five! The trees were racing by him in an indistinct blur of
green. The fences were thin, wavering lines--the road a white-gray
ribbon, ironed by the terrific speed to smooth unwrinkledness. He
could not take his eyes from the business of steering to glance
behind; but presently there broke faintly through the whir of the
wind beating against his ears the faint report of a gun. He was
being fired upon again. He pressed down still further upon the
accelerator. The car answered to the pressure. The needle rose
steadily until it reached ninety miles an hour--and topped it.
Then from somewhere in the radiator hose a hissing and a spurt of
steam. Barney was dumbfounded. He had filled the cooling system at
the inn where he had eaten. It had been working perfectly before and
since. What could have happened? There could be but a single
explanation. A bullet from the gun of one of the three men who had
attempted to stop him at the second outpost had penetrated the
radiator, and had slowly drained it.
Barney knew that the end was near, since the usefulness of the car
in furthering his escape was over. At the speed he was going it
would be but a short time before the superheated pistons expanding
in their cylinders would tear the motor to pieces. Barney felt that
he would be lucky if he himself were not killed when it happened.
He reduced his speed and glanced behind. His pursuers had not
gained upon him, but they still were coming. A bend in the road shut
them from his view. A little way ahead the road crossed over a river
upon a wooden bridge. On the opposite side and to the right of the
road was a wood. It seemed to offer the most likely possibilities of
concealment in the vicinity. If he
Thuvia, Maid of Mars By Edgar Rice Burroughs CONTENTS CHAPTER I Carthoris and Thuvia II Slavery III Treachery IV A Green Man's Captive V The Fair Race VI The Jeddak of Lothar VII The Phantom Bowmen VIII The Hall of Doom IX The Battle in the Plain X Kar Komak, the Bowman XI Green Men and White Apes XII To Save Dusar XIII Turjun, the Panthan XIV Kulan Tith's Sacrifice Glossary of Names and Terms THUVIA, MAID OF MARS CHAPTER I CARTHORIS AND THUVIA Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat.Page 4
"Thuvia," he whispered.Page 10
Presently the powerful rays of its searchlight shot downward from the bow.Page 12
As dawn broke upon the lofty towers which mark the twin cities of Helium--the scarlet tower of one and the yellow tower of its sister--a flier floated lazily out of the north.Page 23
It came from behind the screening shelter of the ersite shaft.Page 34
Instead of remaining to battle with the red man, Hortan Gur promised him his attention after he had disposed of the presumptuous citizens of the walled city, and, leaping astride his thoat, galloped off to meet the rapidly advancing bowmen.Page 44
Some one shall pay well for this, Jav, and unless I mistake it is yourself who has dared thus flippantly to trifle with the good nature of your jeddak.Page 49
We do nothing, or rather we cause our bowmen to do nothing within sight of the enemy that is beyond the understanding of the foe.Page 58
" "Komal!" whispered Jav.Page 61
" Carthoris did as Jav bid him; but they came to the great gates without sign of pursuit developing.Page 63
"Why is it," she asked, "that you observe such careful nicety in the regulation of your creatures when Tario knows quite as well as you that they are but figments of your brain? Why not permit them simply to dissolve into thin air until you again require their futile service?" "You do not understand them," replied Jav.Page 68
"Who are you?" asked Carthoris.Page 71
"Courage, my princess," he whispered.Page 78
Carthoris was quick to guess their error and take advantage of it.Page 84
It would cost me my throne, Astok, and that I have no mind to lose.Page 88
"Vas Kor!" Where had he seen the man before? And then the noble spoke, and like a flash it all came back to Carthoris--the forward servant upon the landing-stage at Ptarth that time that he had been explaining the intricacies of his new compass to Thuvan Dihn; the lone slave that had guarded his own hangar that night he had left upon his ill-fated journey for Ptarth--the journey that had brought him so mysteriously to far Aaanthor.Page 94
A moment later the flier was rising rapidly, headed for the north.Page 97
Across the chamber the girl, hearing them enter, rose to her feet and faced them.Page 99
He had seen the girl remove the key and place it in her pocket-pouch, and he knew that a dagger point driven into the keyhole from the opposite side would imprison them in the secret chamber till eight dead worlds circled a cold, dead sun.Page 110
A green horde inimical to Torquas.