love to your daughter."
The older man laughed. "Don't be a fool, Grayson," he said, and walked
An hour later Barbara was strolling up and down before the ranchhouse
in the cool and refreshing air of the Chihuahua night. Her mind was
occupied with disquieting reflections of the past few hours. Her pride
was immeasurably hurt by the part impulse had forced her to take in the
affair at the office. Not that she regretted that she had connived in
the escape of Bridge; but it was humiliating that a girl of her position
should have been compelled to play so melodramatic a part before Grayson
and his Mexican vaqueros.
Then, too, was she disappointed in Bridge. She had looked upon him as
a gentleman whom misfortune and wanderlust had reduced to the lowest
stratum of society. Now she feared that he belonged to that substratum
which lies below the lowest which society recognizes as a part of
itself, and which is composed solely of the criminal class.
It was hard for Barbara to realize that she had associated with a
thief--just for a moment it was hard, until recollection forced upon her
the unwelcome fact of the status of another whom she had known--to whom
she had given her love. The girl did not wince at the thought--instead
she squared her shoulders and raised her chin.
"I am proud of him, whatever he may have been," she murmured; but she
was not thinking of the new bookkeeper. When she did think again of
Bridge it was to be glad that he had escaped--"for he is an American,
"Well!" exclaimed a voice behind her. "You played us a pretty trick,
The girl turned to see Grayson approaching. To her surprise he seemed to
hold no resentment whatsoever. She greeted him courteously.
"I couldn't let you turn an American over to General Villa," she said,
"no matter what he had done."
"I liked your spirit," said the man. "You're the kind o' girl I ben
lookin' fer all my life--one with nerve an' grit, an' you got 'em both.
You liked thet bookkeepin' critter, an' he wasn't half a man. I like you
an' I am a man, ef I do say so myself."
The girl drew back in astonishment.
"Mr. Grayson!" she exclaimed. "You are forgetting yourself."
"No I ain't," he cried hoarsely. "I love you an' I'm goin' to have you.
You'd love me too ef you knew me better."
He took a step forward and grasped her arm, trying to draw her to him.
The girl pushed him away with one hand, and
"I have given you no right thus to address the daughter of Thuvan Dihn, nor have you won such a right.Page 5
" Her tone was level, but was there not within it the hint of an infinite depth of sadness? Who may say? "Promised to another?" Carthoris scarcely breathed the words.Page 10
The princess in her was shocked and angered--but what of the girl! And the guard--what of them? Evidently they, too, had been so much surprised by the unprecedented action of the stranger that they had not even challenged; but that they had no thought to let the thing go unnoticed was quickly evidenced by the skirring of motors upon the landing-stage and the quick shooting airward of a long-lined patrol boat.Page 12
The air-patrol boat sheered off, passing again upon its way.Page 13
bear arms.Page 21
To Thuvia, however, the real danger of attack by one of these ferocious, manlike beasts was quite sufficient.Page 22
Within the tiny stems of this dry-seeming plant is sufficient moisture for the needs of the huge bodies of the mighty thoats, which can exist for months without water, and for days without even the slight moisture which the ochre moss contains.Page 23
A red warrior was conversing with her.Page 35
His very presence had seemed to proclaim a guilty knowledge of her abduction.Page 49
Many more died before we perfected our powers, but at last we were able to defy death when we fully understood that death was merely a state of mind.Page 50
" "And all this is due to your intellect, Jav?" asked Carthoris.Page 52
Whether there was something in the expression of his face, or whether from Carthoris of Helium in a far chamber of the palace came a more powerful suggestion, who may say? But something there was that suddenly dispelled the strange, hypnotic influence of the man.Page 58
" "Komal!" whispered Jav.Page 70
Not yet could Thuvia of Ptarth have recognized Carthoris, though that it was he she must have been convinced, for she waited there for him without sign of fear.Page 72
Weak from loss of blood, Carthoris made his way slowly toward Aaanthor, reaching its outskirts at dark.Page 92
"Bring a couple of your men along, Vas Kor," he.Page 100
"He escaped my blade, and ran down this corridor," replied Kar Komak.Page 105
are you going, Carthoris?" "With Kar Komak, the bowman," he replied.Page 106
Black pirates of Barsoom.Page 107