staring at the heavy weight until he had perused it.
"Any answer?" he asked.
"No answer, kid," replied Byrne, "that I can't take myself," and he
tossed a dollar to the worshiping boy.
An hour later Billy Byrne was ascending the broad, white steps that led
to the entrance of Anthony Harding's New York house. The servant who
answered his ring eyed him suspiciously, for Billy Byrne still dressed
like a teamster on holiday. He had no card!
"Tell Miss Harding that Mr. Byrne has come," he said.
The servant left him standing in the hallway, and started to ascend the
great staircase, but halfway up he met Miss Harding coming down.
"Never mind, Smith," she said. "I am expecting Mr. Byrne," and then
seeing that the fellow had not seated her visitor she added, "He is a
very dear friend." Smith faded quickly from the scene.
"Billy!" cried the girl, rushing toward him with out-stretched hands.
"O Billy, we thought you were dead. How long have you been here? Why
haven't you been to see me?"
A great, mad hope had been surging through his being since he had read
of the broken engagement and received the girl's note. And now in her
eyes, in her whole attitude, he could read, as unmistakably as though
her lips had formed the words that he had not hoped in vain.
But some strange influence had seemed suddenly to come to work upon
him. Even in the brief moment of his entrance into the magnificence of
Anthony Harding's home he had felt a strange little stricture of the
throat--a choking, half-suffocating sensation.
The attitude of the servant, the splendor of the furnishings, the
stateliness of the great hall, and the apartments opening upon it--all
had whispered to him that he did not "belong."
And now Barbara, clothed in some wondrous foreign creation, belied by
her very appearance the expression that suffused her eyes.
No, Billy Byrne, the mucker, did not belong there. Nor ever could he
belong, more than Barbara ever could have "belonged" on Grand Avenue.
And Billy Byrne knew it now. His heart went cold. The bottom seemed
suddenly to have dropped out of his life.
Bravely he had battled to forget this wonderful creature, or, rather,
his hopeless love for her--her he could never forget. But the note from
her, and the sight of her had but served to rekindle the old fire within
He thought quickly. His own life or happiness did not count. Nothing
counted now but Barbara. He had seen the lovelight in her eyes. He
thanked God that he had realized what
I have learned the secret, nephew, and I may traverse the trackless void at my will, coming and going between the countless planets as I list; but my heart is always in Barsoom, and while it is there in the keeping of my Martian Princess, I doubt that I shall ever again leave the dying world that is my life.Page 8
That I was indeed upon Mars I now had no doubt, for here were members of the wild hordes that people the dead sea bottoms and deserted cities of that dying planet.Page 12
We had just finished the last of our immediate antagonists as he spoke, and I turned in surprised wonderment at the sound of my name.Page 21
We finally agreed that Tars Tarkas should return along the branch, leaving his longest leather harness strap with me, and that when the limb had risen to a height that would permit me to enter the cave I was to do so, and on Tars Tarkas' return I could then lower the strap and haul him up to the safety of the ledge.Page 31
"Fate forfend!" he exclaimed, his face going white under the blood that now nearly covered it.Page 70
"They do not attempt to recapture such, since there is no escape from this outer valley, and as a matter of fact they fear the patrolling cruisers of the First Born too much to venture from their own domains.Page 72
"Here is the harbour of the navy of the First Born," said a voice behind us, and turning we saw Xodar watching us with an amused smile on his lips.Page 82
"Ah," cried one, "so this is the creature who overcame the great Xodar bare-handed.Page 84
He had not spoken since Issus had degraded him.Page 85
We are great fighters.Page 87
That they should call such a one Goddess of Life Eternal, Goddess of Death, Mother of the Nearer Moon, and fifty other equally impossible titles, is quite beyond me.Page 95
From every cage that harboured red men a thunderous shout went up in answer to his exhortation.Page 96
Never had I seen such speed in any Martian.Page 104
"Come, we shall see now how well it works.Page 112
I was swimming entirely beneath the surface, but Xodar was compelled to rise often to let the youth breathe, so it was a wonder that we were not discovered long before we were.Page 115
We were not long in the shaft, and possibly the very fact of our enormous speed saved us, for evidently we started in the right direction and so quickly were we out again that we had no time to alter our course.Page 132
Here a low whistle, the prearranged signal, apprised the balance of our party that I was returning, and we were met by the three with every manifestation of enthusiastic rejoicing.Page 139
dispatch and then turned to me.Page 162
My grip tightened upon the chain.Page 177
She knows that you are coming, and ere ever a vandal foot is set within the precincts of the Temple of Issus, if such a calamity should befall, Dejah Thoris will be put away for ever from the last faint hope of rescue.