conjured from nothing, there rose between himself and the
unconscious man beside him the figure of a beautiful girl. Her face was
brave and smiling, and in her eyes was trust and pride--whole worlds of
them. Trust and pride in Billy Byrne.
Billy closed his eyes tight as though in physical pain. He brushed his
hand quickly across his face.
"Gawd!" he muttered. "I can't do it--but I came awful close to it."
Dropping the revolver into his side pocket he kneeled beside the deputy
sheriff and commenced to go through the man's clothes. After a moment he
came upon what he sought--a key ring confining several keys.
Billy found the one he wished and presently he was free. He still stood
looking at the deputy sheriff.
"I ought to croak you," he murmured. "I'll never make my get-away if I
don't; but SHE won't let me--God bless her."
Suddenly a thought came to Billy Byrne. If he could have a start he
might escape. It wouldn't hurt the man any to stay here for a few hours,
or even for a day. Billy removed the deputy's coat and tore it into
strips. With these he bound the man to a tree. Then he fastened a gag in
During the operation the deputy regained consciousness. He looked
questioningly at Billy.
"I decided not to croak you," explained the young man. "I'm just a-goin'
to leave you here for a while. They'll be lookin' all along the right o'
way in a few hours--it won't be long afore they find you. Now so long,
and take care of yerself, bo," and Billy Byrne had gone.
A mistake that proved fortunate for Billy Byrne caused the penitentiary
authorities to expect him and his guard by a later train, so no
suspicion was aroused when they failed to come upon the train they
really had started upon. This gave Billy a good two hours' start that he
would not otherwise have had--an opportunity of which he made good use.
Wherefore it was that by the time the authorities awoke to the fact
that something had happened Billy Byrne was fifty miles west of Joliet,
bowling along aboard a fast Santa Fe freight. Shortly after night had
fallen the train crossed the Mississippi. Billy Byrne was hungry and
thirsty, and as the train slowed down and came to a stop out in the
midst of a dark solitude of silent, sweet-smelling country, Billy opened
the door of his box car and dropped lightly to the ground.
So far no one had seen Billy since he had passed from the
As I neared the confines of the forest I beheld before me and between the grove and the open sea, a broad expanse of meadow land, and as I was about to emerge from the shadows of the trees a sight met my eyes that banished all romantic and poetic reflection upon the beauties of the strange landscape.Page 6
Its hairless body was a strange and ghoulish blue, except for a broad band of white which encircled its protruding, single eye: an eye that was all dead white--pupil, iris, and ball.Page 17
The great tails of the plant men lashed with tremendous power about us as they charged from various directions or sprang with the agility of greyhounds above our heads; but every attack met a gleaming blade in sword hands that had been reputed for twenty years the best that Mars ever had known; for Tars Tarkas and John Carter were names that the fighting men of the world of warriors loved best to speak.Page 26
The apartment was hewn from the material of the cliff, showing mostly dull gold in the dim light which a single minute radium illuminator in the centre of the roof diffused throughout its great dimensions.Page 45
Come, we will go to some nearby window in the cliff and make sure.Page 56
Then I released my hold upon him and in an instant he was swallowed by the black shadows far below.Page 69
We shall skirt it for a few hundred miles.Page 105
"His orders were to return immediately to the temple landing," I replied.Page 108
His duty was soon performed and the heavy door of our prison closed behind him--we were alone for the night.Page 118
Rolling ochre sea bottom of long dead seas, low surrounding hills, with here and there the grim and silent cities of the dead past; great piles of mighty architecture tenanted only by age-old memories of a once powerful race, and by the great white apes of Barsoom.Page 134
The Warhoons were now close upon us.Page 138
No trace of her have we found, and I fear that it be a futile quest.Page 139
Now that he has so excellent an excuse, let us go and see if he has the courage to take advantage of it.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 152
When I reached it I found to my delight that it belonged to Helium.Page 153
Already my plans were formulated.Page 161
an expression of dawning comprehension to come into my face, and then, picking them up, I penned a brief order to Carthoris to deliver to Parthak a harness of his selection and the short-sword which I described.Page 168
Three hundred and sixty-five days had passed--it was too late to save Dejah Thoris.Page 170
Now the two great fleets closed in a titanic struggle far above the fiendish din of battle in the gorgeous gardens of the therns.Page 192
It was the multitude of black and red and green men fighting their way through the fire from the burning Temple of Issus.