use fer Chinks," said the mucker, as though in
extenuation of his suggestion that they murder the youth. For some
unaccountable reason he had felt a sudden compunction because of his
thoughtless remark. What in the world was coming over him, he wondered.
He'd be wearing white pants and playing lawn tennis presently if he
continued to grow much softer and more unmanly.
So the three set out through the jungle, following a trail which led
around to the north of the village. Theriere walked ahead with the boy's
arm in his grasp. Byrne followed closely behind. They reached their
destination in the rear of Oda Yorimoto's "palace" without interruption
or detection. Here they reconnoitered through the thick foliage.
"Dere's a little winder in de back of de house," said Byrne. "Dat must
be where dem guys cooped up de little broiler."
"Yes," said Theriere, "it would be in the back room which the boy
described. First let's tie and gag this young heathen, and then we can
proceed to business without fear of alarm from him," and the Frenchman
stripped a long, grass rope from about the waist of his prisoner, with
which he was securely trussed up, a piece of his loin cloth being forced
into his mouth as a gag, and secured there by another strip, torn from
the same garment, which was passed around the back of the boy's head.
"Rather uncomfortable, I imagine," commented Theriere; "but not
particularly painful or dangerous--and now to business!"
"I'm goin' to make a break fer dat winder," announced the mucker, "and
youse squat here in de tall grass wid yer gat an' pick off any fresh
guys dat get gay in back here. Den, if I need youse you can come
a-runnin' an' open up all over de shop wid de artillery, or if I gets
de lizzie outen de jug an' de Chinks push me too clost youse'll be here
where yeh can pick 'em off easy-like."
"You'll be taking all the risk that way, Byrne," objected Theriere, "and
that's not fair."
"One o' us is pretty sure to get hurted," explained the mucker in
defense of his plan, "an, if it's a croak it's a lot better dat it be
me than youse, fer the girl wouldn't be crazy about bein' lef' alone wid
me--she ain't got no use fer the likes o' me. Now youse are her kin, an'
so youse stay here w'ere yeh can help her after I git her out--I don't
want nothing to do wid her anyhow. She gives me a swift pain, and," he
added as though
His horsemanship, especially after hounds, was a marvel and delight even in that country of magnificent horsemen.Page 5
Some half hour later I happened to glance casually across the valley and was much surprised to note three little dots in about the same place I had last seen my friend and his two pack animals.Page 6
I was positive now that the trailers were Apaches and that they wished to capture Powell alive for the fiendish pleasure of the torture, so I urged my horse onward at a most dangerous pace, hoping against hope that I would catch up with the red rascals before they attacked him.Page 8
I knew the Indians would soon discover that they were on the wrong trail and that the search for me would be renewed in the right direction as soon as they located my tracks.Page 21
The main entrance was some hundred feet in width and projected from the building proper to form a huge canopy above the entrance hall.Page 23
My exhibition had been witnessed by several hundred lesser Martians, and they immediately broke into demands for a repetition, which the chieftain then ordered me to make; but I was both hungry and thirsty, and determined on the spot that my only method of salvation was to demand the consideration from these creatures which they evidently would not voluntarily accord.Page 35
After our return to the dead city I passed several days in comparative idleness.Page 48
" "And the nature of your expedition?" he continued.Page 50
Suffice it, for the present, that I am your friend, and, so far as our captors will permit, your protector and your servant.Page 58
The shores of the ancient seas were dotted with just such cities, and lesser ones, in diminishing numbers, were to be found converging toward the center of the oceans, as the people had found it necessary to follow the receding waters until necessity had forced upon them their ultimate salvation, the so-called Martian canals.Page 60
He promised to do so, and departed.Page 67
She could not understand it, for, with all her tenderness and womanly sweetness, she was still a Martian, and to a Martian the only good enemy is a dead enemy; for every dead foeman means so much more to divide between those who live.Page 68
"Parents, brothers, and sisters, yes; and," she added in a low, thoughtful tone, "lovers.Page 100
Bar Comas had much the better of the battle as he was stronger, quicker and more intelligent.Page 108
No one was in sight, yet immediately we passed the first door it slid gently into place behind us and receded rapidly to its original position in the front wall of the building.Page 118
After our meal, Kantos Kan took me with him to the headquarters of the air-scout squadron and introducing me to his superior asked that I be enrolled as a member of the corps.Page 127
"I may not wed the man who slays my husband, even in self-defense.Page 133
"Who are you and whence came you?" he cried.Page 142
The immense hall was crowded with nobles and their women, as though some important function was in progress.Page 150
"That Tardos Mors," he said, earnestly, "may meet the greatest living warrior of Barsoom is a priceless honor, but that he may lay his hand on the shoulder of a friend and ally is a far greater boon.