a combination of admiration
for the agility and courage of the men and pity for the horse the tones
of a pleasant masculine voice broke in upon her thoughts.
"Out there somewhere!" says I to me. "By Gosh, I guess, thats poetry!"
"Out there somewhere--Penelope--with kisses on her mouth!"
And then, thinks I, "O college guy! your talk it gets me in the eye,
The north is creeping in the air, the birds are flying south."
Barbara swung around to view the poet. She saw a slender man astride a
fagged Mexican pony. A ragged coat and ragged trousers covered the
man's nakedness. Indian moccasins protected his feet, while a torn and
shapeless felt hat sat upon his well-shaped head. AMERICAN was written
all over him. No one could have imagined him anything else. Apparently
he was a tramp as well--his apparel proclaimed him that; but there
were two discordant notes in the otherwise harmonious ensemble of your
typical bo. He was clean shaven and he rode a pony. He rode erect, too,
with the easy seat of an army officer.
At sight of the girl he raised his battered hat and swept it low to his
pony's shoulder as he bent in a profound bow.
"I seek the majordomo, senorita," he said.
"Mr. Grayson is up at the office, that little building to the left of
the ranchhouse," replied the girl, pointing.
The newcomer had addressed her in Spanish, and as he heard her reply,
in pure and liquid English, his eyes widened a trifle; but the familiar
smile with which he had greeted her left his face, and his parting bow
was much more dignified though no less profound than its predecessor.
And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere you wait for me,
With buds of roses in your hair and kisses on your mouth.
Grayson and his employer both looked up as the words of Knibbs' poem
floated in to them through the open window.
"I wonder where that blew in from," remarked Grayson, as his eyes
discovered Bridge astride the tired pony, looking at him through the
window. A polite smile touched the stranger's lips as his eyes met
Grayson's, and then wandered past him to the imposing figure of the
"Good evening, gentlemen," said Bridge.
"Evenin'," snapped Grayson. "Go over to the cookhouse and the Chink'll
give you something to eat. Turn your pony in the lower pasture. Smith'll
show you where to bunk tonight, an' you kin hev your breakfast in the
mornin'. S'long!" The ranch
Tearing it open I read: 'Meet me to-morrow hotel Raleigh Richmond.Page 3
Their eyes are very close set, but do not protrude as do those of the green men of Mars; their ears are high set, but more laterally located than are the green men's, while their snouts and teeth are much like those of our African gorilla.Page 18
Torn and bleeding from many cruel wounds, I lay panting upon the ground within the hollow.Page 31
man began to realize that he had at last met his match.Page 39
"Indeed would I give my life a thousand times if I could but save a single soul from the awful life that I have led in this cruel place.Page 50
The tide of battle had not reached us, but the fighters from time to time swung close enough that we might distinctly note them.Page 58
Disarmed myself, I now faced my remaining foeman, whose own sword lay somewhere thousands of feet below us, lost in the Lost Sea.Page 67
"Oh very," she said, "especially when they have such excellent profiles.Page 87
"It is very simple.Page 105
CHAPTER XIII A BREAK FOR LIBERTY Xodar listened in incredulous astonishment to my narration of the events which had transpired within the arena at the rites of Issus.Page 112
He evidently took in the situation at a glance and appreciated the gravity of it as quickly as I, for our revolvers came up simultaneously and the sounds of the two reports were as one as we touched the buttons on the grips that exploded the cartridges.Page 115
To have touched the side at the speed we were making would doubtless have resulted in instant death for us all.Page 135
" "Grieve not, my good Hor Vastus," cried Carthoris, "since I bring not back myself alone to cheer my mother's heart and the hearts of my beloved people, but also one whom all Barsoom loved best--her greatest warrior and her saviour--John Carter, Prince of Helium!" Hor Vastus turned in the direction indicated by Carthoris, and as his eyes fell upon me he was like to have collapsed from sheer surprise.Page 144
And then a man sprang to his feet in the audience, and raising his hand on high, cried: "Justice! Justice! Justice!" It was Kantos Kan, and as all eyes turned toward him he leaped past the Zodangan soldiery.Page 145
"Speak, then," he snarled, turning to me; "but blaspheme not against the things that are sacred upon Barsoom.Page 147
Rather would I submit to the biased judgment of Zat Arras than be the cause of civil strife in Helium.Page 156
A second later the wall swung in, and I was pushed within a brilliantly lighted chamber in which sat three richly trapped men.Page 159
"And I went to the palace of the Prince of Helium with any such demand, they would laugh at me and, into the bargain, would.Page 161
That was all.