the canoe in which Meriem had
escaped. The Negro grasped Baynes' arm and pointed toward his find.
The Hon. Morison could scarce repress a shout of exultation. Quickly
the two slid down the drooping branches into the boat. The black
seized the paddle and Baynes shoved them out from beneath the tree. A
second later the canoe shot out upon the bosom of the river and headed
toward the opposite shore and the camp of the Swede. Baynes squatted
in the bow, straining his eyes after the men pulling the other canoes
upon the bank across from him. He saw Malbihn step from the bow of the
foremost of the little craft. He saw him turn and glance back across
the river. He could see his start of surprise as his eyes fell upon
the pursuing canoe, and called the attention of his followers to it.
Then he stood waiting, for there was but one canoe and two men--little
danger to him and his followers in that. Malbihn was puzzled. Who was
this white man? He did not recognize him though Baynes' canoe was now
in mid stream and the features of both its occupants plainly
discernible to those on shore. One of Malbihn's blacks it was who
first recognized his fellow black in the person of Baynes' companion.
Then Malbihn guessed who the white man must be, though he could scarce
believe his own reasoning. It seemed beyond the pale of wildest
conjecture to suppose that the Hon. Morison Baynes had followed him
through the jungle with but a single companion--and yet it was true.
Beneath the dirt and dishevelment he recognized him at last, and in the
necessity of admitting that it was he, Malbihn was forced to recognize
the incentive that had driven Baynes, the weakling and coward, through
the savage jungle upon his trail.
The man had come to demand an accounting and to avenge. It seemed
incredible, and yet there could be no other explanation. Malbihn
shrugged. Well, others had sought Malbihn for similar reasons in the
course of a long and checkered career. He fingered his rifle, and
Now the canoe was within easy speaking distance of the shore.
"What do you want?" yelled Malbihn, raising his weapon threateningly.
The Hon. Morison Baynes leaped to his feet.
"You, damn you!" he shouted, whipping out his revolver and firing
almost simultaneously with the Swede.
As the two reports rang out Malbihn dropped his rifle, clutched
frantically at his breast, staggered, fell first to
He evidently explained briefly the incidents connected with his expedition, including my capture, and when he had concluded the chieftain addressed me at some length.Page 24
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Each adult Martian female brings forth about thirteen eggs each year, and those which meet the size, weight, and specific gravity tests are hidden in the recesses of some subterranean vault where the temperature is too low for incubation.Page 38
Our warriors then rushed up to the roofs of the buildings which we occupied and followed the retreating armada with a continuous fusillade of deadly fire.Page 59
The safe delivery of the red girl to Tal Hajus is of the greatest importance.Page 61
Adjoining my sleeping apartment were baths, dressing rooms, and other sleeping and living apartments, in all some ten rooms on this floor.Page 64
The effect on the precision and celerity of the military movements was so remarkable that Lorquas Ptomel presented me with a massive anklet of gold from his own leg, as a sign of his appreciation of my service to the horde.Page 74
Then he changed his tactics, and fighting warily and with extreme dexterity, he tried to do by science what he was unable to do by brute strength.Page 75
CHAPTER XV SOLA TELLS ME HER STORY When consciousness returned, and, as I soon learned, I was down but a moment, I sprang quickly to my feet searching for my sword, and there I found it, buried to the hilt in the green breast of Zad, who lay stone dead upon the ochre moss of the ancient sea bottom.Page 80
"And then a light flashed out upon the darkness of the tower chamber, and there stood Sarkoja, her gleaming, baleful eyes fixed in a frenzy of loathing and contempt upon my mother.Page 81
Instantly her plan was formed, and as a great chariot swung close to our hiding place she slipped stealthily in upon the trailing tailboard, crouching low in the shadow of the high side, straining me to her bosom in a frenzy of love.Page 83
" CHAPTER XVI WE PLAN ESCAPE The remainder of our journey to Thark was uneventful.Page 86
I only wish that I might read your heart.Page 88
There were other cities closer, but she said she feared to enter many of them, as they were not all friendly toward Helium.Page 94
Dropping lightly after them I drew them rapidly around the court in the shadows of the buildings, and thus we returned over the same course I had so recently followed from the distant boundary of the city.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 111
"And so good-night, my friend," he continued, "may you have a long and restful sleep--yes, a long sleep.Page 118
He accomplished this by taking my order for examination to the examining officer and representing himself as John Carter.Page 145
"It was not I who did it, it was love, love for Dejah Thoris, a power that would work greater miracles than this you have seen.Page 152
It would take months to penetrate those mighty walls, in fact the work has already commenced, and there would be little to fear were the engine of the pumping plant to run as it should and as they all have for hundreds of years; but the worst, we fear, has happened.