by fear as the two men fought,
had just commenced to give thought to her probable fate now that,
though released from the clutches of a madman, she had fallen into the
hands of one whom but a moment before she had been upon the point of
killing. She looked about for some means of escape. The black mouth
of a diverging corridor was near at hand, but as she turned to dart
into it the ape-man's eyes fell upon her, and with a quick leap he was
at her side, and a restraining hand was laid upon her arm.
"Wait!" said Tarzan of the Apes, in the language of the tribe of
The girl looked at him in astonishment.
"Who are you," she whispered, "who speaks the language of the first
"I am Tarzan of the Apes," he answered in the vernacular of the
"What do you want of me?" she continued. "For what purpose did you
save me from Tha?"
"I could not see a woman murdered?" It was a half question that
"But what do you intend to do with me now?" she continued.
"Nothing," he replied, "but you can do something for me--you can lead
me out of this place to freedom." He made the suggestion without the
slightest thought that she would accede. He felt quite sure that the
sacrifice would go on from the point where it had been interrupted if
the high priestess had her way, though he was equally positive that
they would find Tarzan of the Apes unbound and with a long dagger in
his hand a much less tractable victim than Tarzan disarmed and bound.
The girl stood looking at him for a long moment before she spoke.
"You are a very wonderful man," she said. "You are such a man as I
have seen in my daydreams ever since I was a little girl. You are such
a man as I imagine the forbears of my people must have been--the great
race of people who built this mighty city in the heart of a savage
world that they might wrest from the bowels of the earth the fabulous
wealth for which they had sacrificed their far-distant civilization.
"I cannot understand why you came to my rescue in the first place, and
now I cannot understand why, having me within your power, you do not
wish to be revenged upon me for having sentenced you to death--for
having almost put you to death with my own hand."
"I presume," replied the ape-man, "that you but
From the high pinnacle of their egotism the First Born had been plunged to the depths of humiliation.Page 5
I dared not follow across the stream, for he most surely would have seen me.Page 12
But there was no answering sound, and a moment later I had felt from stem to stern and found the boat deserted.Page 18
They walked very softly, and in the right hand of each gleamed a keen long-sword.Page 21
Not ten minutes later we came into a vast circular apartment of white marble, the walls of which were inlaid with gold in the strange hieroglyphics of the First Born.Page 23
But how had he accomplished it? I recalled the incident of the Chamber of Mystery in the Golden Cliffs that time I had freed Thuvia of Ptarth from the dungeon of the therns, and she had taken a slender, needle-like key from the keyring of her dead jailer to open the door leading back into the Chamber of Mystery where Tars Tarkas fought for his life with the great banths.Page 33
I glanced below.Page 34
At times so slight was my hold upon the rounded surfaces of the carving's edges that a sneeze, a cough, or even a slight gust of wind would have dislodged me and sent me hurtling to the depths below.Page 55
"Some months ago I first heard of the expedition which John Carter had led against Issus and the Holy Therns.Page 66
I commanded the faithful creature to seek Carthoris at Helium, and though half a world and countless dangers lay between I knew that if the thing could be done Woola would do it.Page 67
We were at last forced to the belief that he would not sleep while the other occupants of the lair slept, and so cast about in our minds for some scheme whereby we might trick him.Page 87
" "Then turn John Carter over to me within ten days or yourself suffer the end that I should mete out to him were he in my power!" snapped the Jeddak of Jeddaks, with an ugly scowl.Page 93
Courage! That was the word the yellow guardsman had whispered in my ear as I stood upon the verge of the Pit of Plenty.Page 101
The walls of the room were lined with racks in which were hundreds of straight and hooked swords, javelins, and daggers.Page 108
That day in the buried chamber beneath the palace of Salensus Oll I learned what swordsmanship meant, and to what heights of sword mastery I could.Page 109
At least, I did not want in confidence; and when I next rushed Solan it was to one side with implicit confidence that he must turn to meet my new line of attack, and turn he did, so that now we fought with our sides towards the coveted goal--the great switch stood within my reach upon my right hand.Page 110
The Jeddak of Jeddaks was addressing them.Page 111
As I watched the procession that moved slowly toward the throne--a procession which consisted of but a handful of priests, who followed Dejah Thoris and the two guardsmen--I caught a fleeting glimpse of a black face peering from behind the draperies that covered the wall back of the dais upon which stood Salensus Oll awaiting his bride.Page 114
They did not essay to enter the apartment, but scanned its every corner from where they stood, and then, when their eyes had sought its entire area, a look of fierce rage overspread the features of Matai Shang, and a cold and cunning smile touched the lips of Phaidor.Page 125
"Well done, John Carter," he cried.