side of the prahu.
Sing realized that the boat might contain friendly natives, but he had
cruised these waters too many years to take chances. Better kill a
hundred friends, he thought, than be captured by a single pirate.
At the shot the prahu slowed up, and a volley of musketry from her crew
satisfied Sing that he had made no mistake in classifying her. Her
fire fell short as did the ball from the small cannon mounted in her
Virginia was watching the prahu from one of the cabin ports. She saw
the momentary hesitation and confusion which followed Sing's first
shot, and then to her dismay she saw the rowers bend to their oars
again and the prahu move swiftly in the direction of the Ithaca.
It was apparent that the pirates had perceived the almost defenseless
condition of the schooner. In a few minutes they would be swarming the
deck, for poor old Sing would be entirely helpless to repel them. If
Dr. von Horn were only there, thought the distracted girl. With the
machine gun alone he might keep them off.
At the thought of the machine gun a sudden resolve gripped her. Why
not man it herself? Von Horn had explained its mechanism to her in
detail, and on one occasion had allowed her to operate it on the voyage
from Singapore. With the thought came action. Running to the magazine
she snatched up a feed-belt, and in another moment was on deck beside
the astonished Sing.
The pirates were skimming rapidly across the smooth waters of the
harbor, answering Sing's harmless shots with yells of derision and
wild, savage war cries. There were, perhaps, fifty Dyaks and
Malays--fierce, barbaric men; mostly naked to the waist, or with
war-coats of brilliant colors. The savage headdress of the Dyaks, the
long, narrow, decorated shields, the flashing blades of parang and kris
sent a shudder through the girl, so close they seemed beneath the
"What do? What do?" cried Sing in consternation. "Go b'low. Klick!"
But before he had finished his exhortation Virginia was racing toward
the bow where the machine gun was mounted. Tearing the cover from it
she swung the muzzle toward the pirate prahu, which by now was nearly
within range above the vessel's side--a moment more and she would be
too close to use the weapon upon the pirates.
Virginia was quick to perceive the necessity for haste, while the
pirates at the same instant realized the menace of the new danger
I wished that I might have found a point closer to the two men from which to have heard their conversation; but it was out of the question now to attempt to cross the river, and so I lay quietly watching them, who would have given so much to have known how close I lay to them, and how easily they might have overcome and killed me with their superior force.Page 9
Then I paddled out upon the brilliant surface in the direction they had taken.Page 22
For a moment he hesitated, and then leaped after me, whining and tugging at my harness to draw me back.Page 28
An ugly smile distorted the cruel lips of Matai Shang.Page 31
Again Dejah Thoris wielded her heavy irons and fought him back.Page 41
Dazed though I was, I stumbled to my feet and staggered back to Woola's assistance, to find his savage antagonist circling ten feet above the ground, beating madly at the clinging calot with all six powerful legs.Page 48
But now the march of the welcoming host was delayed until the following morning, when the troops again set out from Kaol.Page 53
Up the broad center aisle we marched beneath deadly silence, and at the foot of the thrones we halted.Page 60
" "Where north could Matai Shang find an asylum?" asked Thuvan Dihn of Kulan Tith.Page 61
I have spoken.Page 85
My brave companion had followed me into the garden as.Page 86
I had killed better men than Salensus Oll, and killed them with my bare hands, and now I swore to myself that I should kill him if I found that the only way to save the Princess of Helium.Page 87
What mean you, man? What have you to say?" "And should I deliver John Carter into your hands, Salensus Oll, would you not feel that I had more than satisfied the promise that I made you?" answered Thurid.Page 106
At his side fights a huge Martian war-hound, nor did I need a second look to know that it was Woola--my faithful Woola who had thus well performed his arduous task and brought the succoring legions in the nick of time.Page 107
Then I glanced out at the fast-approaching fleet.Page 110
The moment that my pursuers reached this straight stretch I would be in plain sight of them, with no chance to escape from the corridor undetected.Page 121
It was Matai Shang, Holy Hekkador, Father of Therns, gone to his last accounting.Page 122
It was Phaidor.Page 128
" We bade our yellow friends farewell with real regret, as we set sail for Ptarth.Page 130
"John Carter," he said in his deep, martial voice, "take your place upon the Pedestal of Truth, for you are to be tried by a fair and impartial tribunal of your fellow-men.