he dragged the
boy with him, but all his mighty efforts were unavailing to loosen the
grip upon mane and withers. Suddenly, he reared straight into the air
carrying the youth with him, then with a vicious lunge he threw himself
backward upon the ground.
"It's death!" exclaimed one of the knights, "he will kill the youth yet,
"No!" cried he addressed. "Look! He is up again and the boy still clings
as tightly to him as his own black hide."
"'Tis true," exclaimed another, "but he hath lost what he had gained
upon the halter--he must needs fight it all out again from the
And so the battle went on again as before, the boy again drawing the
iron neck slowly to the right--the beast fighting and squealing as
though possessed of a thousand devils. A dozen times, as the head bent
farther and farther toward him, the boy loosed his hold upon the mane
and reached quickly down to grasp the near fore pastern. A dozen times
the horse shook off the new hold, but at length the boy was successful,
and the knee was bent and the hoof drawn up to the elbow.
Now the black fought at a disadvantage, for he was on but three feet
and his neck was drawn about in an awkward and unnatural position. His
efforts became weaker and weaker. The boy talked incessantly to him in
a quiet voice, and there was a shadow of a smile upon his lips. Now
he bore heavily upon the black withers, pulling the horse toward him.
Slowly the beast sank upon his bent knee--pulling backward until his off
fore leg was stretched straight before him. Then, with a final surge,
the youth pulled him over upon his side, and, as he fell, slipped prone
beside him. One sinewy hand shot to the rope just beneath the black
chin--the other grasped a slim, pointed ear.
For a few minutes the horse fought and kicked to gain his liberty, but
with his head held to the earth, he was as powerless in the hands of the
boy as a baby would have been. Then he sank panting and exhausted into
"Well done!" cried one of the knights. "Simon de Montfort himself never
mastered a horse in better order, my boy. Who be thou?"
In an instant, the lad was upon his feet his eyes searching for the
speaker. The horse, released, sprang up also, and the two stood--the
handsome boy and the beautiful black--gazing with startled eyes, like
two wild things, at the strange intruder who confronted them.
"Come, Sir Mortimer!"
It was a fruitless search, however, in so far as antelope is concerned; but one night as I lay courting sleep at the edge of a little cluster of date-palms that surround an ancient well in the midst of the arid, shifting sands, I suddenly became conscious of a strange sound coming apparently from the earth beneath my head.Page 2
I was baffled.Page 3
and explore a world! Ready to search a land area of 124,110,000 square miles for my friends, my incomparable mate, and good old Perry! And so, after locking the door in the outer shell of the prospector, I set out upon my quest.Page 18
I shivered at the thought of how close I, too, must have been to going over with him.Page 28
The moment her progress was checked she promptly capsized.Page 39
I had seen such a concourse of people once before in the buried city of Phutra; I guessed, and rightly, that we were bound for the great arena where slaves who are condemned to death meet their end.Page 40
A few more of his long strides, a prodigious leap, and he would be upon the girl.Page 47
"Ask them what they mean.Page 68
But let a tiger gaze fixedly at you from ambush, and unless your primitive instincts are completely calloused you will presently commence to glance furtively about and be filled with vague, unreasoning terror.Page 76
First, however, we must eat.Page 79
Shortly after I came upon the broad ocean which breaks at this point at the very foot of the great hill where Hooja had found safe refuge for himself and his villains.Page 83
I impressed upon him the fact that he might have to resort to trickery or even to force to get Dian to leave me; but I made him promise that he would sacrifice everything, even his life, in an attempt to rescue Dacor's sister.Page 84
In the last of the three I could just distinguish objects, and that was all.Page 94
A moment later a horde of our friends, the hairy gorilla-men, with the mild eyes and long faces of sheep leaped among them.Page 107
craft had been drifting idly, rising and falling with the great waves that were now diminishing.Page 110
None of the missiles struck us, for Hooja's archers were not nearly the marksmen that are my Sarians and Amozites.Page 114
When I looked I saw a pennant fluttering from the peak of the forward lateen yard--a red, white, and blue pennant, with a single great white star in a field of blue.Page 118
Ja couldn't exactly see the wisdom of my plan, either.Page 127
The Mahars, seeing how the battle was going, had hastened to the safety of their buried city.