During your delirium your ravings
were, for the most part, quite incoherent, but there was one name that
you repeated many times--a woman's name, preceded by a number. It was
'Nine ninety nine Priscilla.' Maybe she--"
But Virginia got no further. With a low exclamation of delight Bulan
caught her in his arms.
"It is all right, dear," he cried. "It is all right. Everything has
come back to me now. You have given me the clue. Nine ninety nine
Priscilla is my father's address--Nine ninety nine Priscilla Avenue.
"I am Townsend J. Harper, Jr. You have heard of my father. Every one
has since he commenced consolidating interurban traction companies.
And I'm not married, Virginia, and never have been; but I shall be if
this miserable old mud scow ever reaches Singapore."
"Oh, Bulan," cried the girl, "how in the world did you ever happen to
come to that terrible island of ours?"
"I came for you, dear," he replied. "It is a long story. After dinner
I will tell you all of it that I can recall. For the present it must
suffice you to know that I followed you from the railway station at
Ithaca half around the world for a love that had been born from a
single glance at your sweet face as you passed me to enter your Pullman.
"On my father's yacht I reached your island after trailing you to
Singapore. It was a long and tedious hunt and we followed many blind
leads, but at last we came off an island upon which natives had told us
such a party as yours was living. Five of us put off in a boat to
explore--that is the last that I can recall. Sing says he found me
alone in a row boat, a 'dummy.'"
Virginia sighed, and crept closer to him.
"You may be the son of the great Townsend J. Harper, you have been the
soulless Number Thirteen; but to me you will always be Bulan, for it
was Bulan whom I learned to love."
I cannot think of Gathol as existing today, possibly because I have never before seen a Gatholian.Page 12
Djor Kantos had not come running like a willing slave when she had expected him, and, ah, here was the nub of the whole thing! Gahan, Jed of Gathol, a stranger, had been a witness to her humiliation.Page 13
" "I told him as much," replied her father, "and that you were as good as betrothed to another.Page 18
It was Gahan, Jed of Gathol.Page 20
"I sail at once upon the Vanator," he said, "in search of Tara of Helium who is thought to have been carried away upon a one-man flier by the storm.Page 25
Tara of Helium shuddered as she turned away.Page 35
Instantly the big, round head collapsed, almost as a punctured balloon collapses, as a grayish, semi-fluid matter spurted from it.Page 36
It raised its hands and adjusted the collar more comfortably, it took the head between its palms and settled it in place and when it moved around it did not wander aimlessly, but instead its steps were firm and to some purpose.Page 62
Before him stretched another plain, of even greater proportions than that he had but just crossed, and beyond this other hills.Page 81
" "But you must own allegiance to some country when you are not fighting," she insisted.Page 98
for food and water.Page 106
gathered himself together, his brows cleared, and he returned to his unfinished meal.Page 118
Wicked jeddaks have been dethroned, but seldom are they replaced by other than members of the imperial house, even though the law gives to the jeds the right to select whom they please.Page 141
"I am Turan the panthan," he said, "who was chained beside you.Page 143
The new keeper of The Towers who had succeeded E-Med was too busy to scrutinize entries closely, for in addition to the many volunteer players there were scores of slaves and prisoners being forced into the games by their owners or the government.Page 148
He saw her scrutinizing him closely as he approached to lead her to her place and wondered if she recognized him: but if she did she gave no sign of it.Page 158
A quick glance across his shoulder showed him the galloping thoatman in the act of dragging Tara to the withers of the beast, and then, with the fury of a demon, Gahan of Gathol leaped for his own man, dragged him from his mount and as he fell smote his head from his shoulders with a single cut of his keen sword.Page 162
" "And you never sought to return to your native city?" asked Gahan.Page 164
* * Those who have read John Carter's description of the Green Martians in A Princess of Mars will recall that these strange people could exist for considerable periods of time without food or water, and to a lesser degree is the same true of all Martians.Page 170
Not gently had they moved as a draught might have moved them had there been a draught, but suddenly they had bulged out as though pushed against from behind.