criminal," he said. "Society will be
safer when he is behind the bars."
The next day they took Billy aboard a train bound for Joliet. He was
handcuffed to a deputy sheriff. Billy was calm outwardly; but inwardly
he was a raging volcano of hate.
In a certain very beautiful home on Riverside Drive, New York City,
a young lady, comfortably backed by downy pillows, sat in her bed and
alternated her attention between coffee and rolls, and a morning paper.
On the inside of the main sheet a heading claimed her languid attention:
CHICAGO MURDERER GIVEN LIFE SENTENCE. Of late Chicago had aroused in
Barbara Harding a greater proportion of interest than ever it had in the
past, and so it was that she now permitted her eyes to wander casually
down the printed column.
Murderer of harmless old saloon keeper is finally brought to justice.
The notorious West Side rowdy, "Billy" Byrne, apprehended after more
than a year as fugitive from justice, is sent to Joliet for life.
Barbara Harding sat stony-eyed and cold for what seemed many minutes.
Then with a stifled sob she turned and buried her face in the pillows.
The train bearing Billy Byrne and the deputy sheriff toward Joliet had
covered perhaps half the distance between Chicago and Billy's permanent
destination when it occurred to the deputy sheriff that he should like
to go into the smoker and enjoy a cigar.
Now, from the moment that he had been sentenced Billy Byrne's mind had
been centered upon one thought--escape. He knew that there probably
would be not the slightest chance for escape; but nevertheless the idea
was always uppermost in his thoughts.
His whole being revolted, not alone against the injustice which had
sent him into life imprisonment, but at the thought of the long years of
awful monotony which lay ahead of him.
He could not endure them. He would not! The deputy sheriff rose, and
motioning his prisoner ahead of him, started for the smoker. It was two
cars ahead. The train was vestibuled. The first platform they crossed
was tightly enclosed; but at the second Billy saw that a careless porter
had left one of the doors open. The train was slowing down for some
reason--it was going, perhaps, twenty miles an hour.
Billy was the first upon the platform. He was the first to see the open
door. It meant one of two things--a chance to escape, or, death. Even
the latter was to be preferred to life imprisonment.
Billy did not hesitate an instant. Even before the deputy sheriff
realized that the door was open, his prisoner
By far the most remarkable feature of this most remarkable creature, however, were the two tiny replicas of it, each about six inches in length, which dangled, one on either side, from its armpits.Page 10
Half a dozen great leaps brought me to the spot, and another instant saw me again in my stride in quick pursuit of the hideous monsters that were rapidly gaining on the fleeing warrior, but this time I grasped a mighty long-sword in my hand and in my heart was the old blood lust of the fighting man, and a red mist swam before my eyes and I felt my lips respond to my heart in the old smile that has ever marked me in the midst of the joy of battle.Page 20
diameter as the entrance at the foot of the tree, and opened directly upon a large flat limb, the well worn surface of which testified to its long continued use as an avenue for some creature to and from this remarkable shaft.Page 25
Do you believe?" "I believe," replied Tars Tarkas, "though I cannot understand.Page 36
" "Was it then Holy Therns who felt the weight of John Carter's hand?" I asked.Page 38
"And come it will--you cannot escape.Page 50
Where they visited they wrought the most horrible atrocities, and when they left carried away with them firearms and ammunition, and young girls as prisoners.Page 55
The ship was floating slowly above us, not more than fifty feet over our heads.Page 84
Thus I continued through several of the chambers until in the last one I found a young red Martian boy sleeping upon the stone bench which constituted the only furniture of any of the prison cells.Page 91
Where had I seen him before.Page 117
" Xodar had been at the wheel as I talked with my son, and now he called me.Page 129
Go you on, I'll return and fetch it.Page 141
At times I would cover my face with my hands in a vain effort to shut out the fearful.Page 144
" Then turning to and fro toward the audience he narrated the acts upon the value of which my reward was to be determined.Page 165
They are ready to sail for the Land of the First Born when I give the word and fight there until I bid them stop.Page 172
How I wished that I might face Zat Arras with my longsword for just an instant before I died! It was he who had caused our failure.Page 173
Grapplers and boarders lined the contiguous rails of each.Page 176
"Why, no," insisted Yersted.Page 184
"As the days passed, and moon after moon went by without bringing even the faintest rumour of you, I resigned myself to my fate.Page 186
"Look!" I cried.