any one but me."
"What do you mean, Jane?" cried Hazel, now thoroughly alarmed. "Who do
you think it is?"
"I don't think, Hazel. I know that that is a picture of Tarzan of the
"I cannot be mistaken. Oh, Hazel, are you sure that he is dead? Can
there be no mistake?"
"I am afraid not, dear," answered Hazel sadly. "I wish I could think
that you are mistaken, but now a hundred and one little pieces of
corroborative evidence occur to me that meant nothing to me while I
thought that he was John Caldwell, of London. He said that he had been
born in Africa, and educated in France."
"Yes, that would be true," murmured Jane Porter dully.
"The first officer, who searched his luggage, found nothing to identify
John Caldwell, of London. Practically all his belongings had been
made, or purchased, in Paris. Everything that bore an initial was
marked either with a 'T' alone, or with 'J. C. T.' We thought that he
was traveling incognito under his first two names--the J. C. standing
for John Caldwell."
"Tarzan of the Apes took the name Jean C. Tarzan," said Jane, in the
same lifeless monotone. "And he is dead! Oh! Hazel, it is horrible!
He died all alone in this terrible ocean! It is unbelievable that that
brave heart should have ceased to beat--that those mighty muscles are
quiet and cold forever! That he who was the personification of life
and health and manly strength should be the prey of slimy, crawling
things, that--" But she could go no further, and with a little moan
she buried her head in her arms, and sank sobbing to the floor.
For days Miss Porter was ill, and would see no one except Hazel and the
faithful Esmeralda. When at last she came on deck all were struck by
the sad change that had taken place in her. She was no longer the
alert, vivacious American beauty who had charmed and delighted all who
came in contact with her. Instead she was a very quiet and sad little
girl--with an expression of hopeless wistfulness that none but Hazel
Strong could interpret.
The entire party strove their utmost to cheer and amuse her, but all to
no avail. Occasionally the jolly Lord Tennington would wring a wan
smile from her, but for the most part she sat with wide eyes looking
out across the sea.
With Jane Porter's illness one misfortune after another seemed to
attack the yacht. First
Shea had gone to bed and I should have followed suit, for we are always in the saddle here before sunrise; but instead I sat there before the chess table in the library, idly blowing smoke at the dishonored head of my defeated king.Page 7
The law is, however, that each male Gatholian shall give an hour a day in labor to the government.Page 26
It would be more than three and a half hours before she shot above the opposite horizon to hurtle, swift and low, across the face of the dying planet.Page 29
CHAPTER IV CAPTURED As Thuria, swift racer of the night, shot again into the sky the scene changed.Page 32
Tara of Helium had just reached the gate in the outer wall.Page 37
Before it had been male--now it was female.Page 57
She felt an almost irresistible force urging her toward the kaldane.Page 61
The air was filled with flying dust and debris.Page 72
"The Gods of my people have been kind," she said; "you came just in time.Page 88
It was impossible for them not to be aware of his presence, yet neither moved, nor gave other evidence that they had seen him.Page 113
Quickly she crossed to it, discovering that one vertical edge of an entire panel projected a half-inch beyond the others.Page 130
Know, then, O-Tar, that you must free A-Kor, the dwar, forthwith or bring him to fair trial before the assembled jeds of Manator.Page 133
"Few there are who visit the pits other than the dead, except my pupils--ey! That is it--you are new pupils! Good! But never before have they sent a woman to learn the great art from the greatest artist.Page 152
The fourth move after the victory of the Black Odwar found Gahan upon U-Dor's fourth; an Orange Panthan was on the adjoining square diagonally to his right and the only opposing piece that could engage him other than U-Dor himself.Page 156
"I bring you, O-Tar, Jeddak of Manator, U-Kal of Manataj," he cried in a loud voice that might be heard by as many as possible, "victor over the Orange in the second of the Jeddak's Games of the four hundred and thirty-third year of O-Tar, and the slave woman Tara and the slave woman Lan-O that you may bestow these, the stakes, upon U-Kal.Page 161
"When a man chooses to hide his identity behind an assumed name," he said, looking straight into Gahan's eyes, "whatever friend pierces the deception were no friend if he divulged the other's secret.Page 176
but you are too large for that and your lungs need more air than may be found in some of the deeper runways.Page 177
This secret spiral ascends from the pits to the roof of the loftiest of the palace towers.Page 199
For a long year have you been gone from Helium.Page 200
" I accompanied him to the east arcade where the red dawn was glowing beyond the arches.