captured Meriem to his own
stockaded village. Korak pretty well knew who it was that had passed,
for there were few in the great jungle with whom he was not familiar,
though it had been years since he had come this far north. He had no
particular business, however, with the old Sheik and so he did not
propose following him--the further from men he could stay the better
pleased he would be--he wished that he might never see a human face
again. Men always brought him sorrow and misery.
The river suggested fishing and so he dawdled upon its shores, catching
fish after a fashion of his own devising and eating them raw. When
night came he curled up in a great tree beside the stream--the one from
which he had been fishing during the afternoon--and was soon asleep.
Numa, roaring beneath him, awoke him. He was about to call out in
anger to his noisy neighbor when something else caught his attention.
He listened. Was there something in the tree beside himself? Yes, he
heard the noise of something below him trying to clamber upward.
Presently he heard the click of a crocodile's jaws in the waters
beneath, and then, low but distinct: "By George! The beggar nearly got
me." The voice was familiar.
Korak glanced downward toward the speaker. Outlined against the faint
luminosity of the water he saw the figure of a man clinging to a lower
branch of the tree. Silently and swiftly the ape-man clambered
downward. He felt a hand beneath his foot. He reached down and
clutched the figure beneath him and dragged it up among the branches.
It struggled weakly and struck at him; but Korak paid no more attention
than Tantor to an ant. He lugged his burden to the higher safety and
greater comfort of a broad crotch, and there he propped it in a sitting
position against the bole of the tree. Numa still was roaring beneath
them, doubtless in anger that he had been robbed of his prey. Korak
shouted down at him, calling him, in the language of the great apes,
"Old green-eyed eater of carrion," "Brother of Dango," the hyena, and
other choice appellations of jungle opprobrium.
The Hon. Morison Baynes, listening, felt assured that a gorilla had
seized upon him. He felt for his revolver, and as he was drawing it
stealthily from its holster a voice asked in perfectly good English,
"Who are you?"
Baynes started so that he nearly fell from the
"Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol," she replied.Page 6
"For example," continued Carthoris, "I have an all-night trip before me, as to-night.Page 15
When all were done, the major-domo of the Prince of Helium recalled to the block such as had favourably impressed him.Page 17
He cast but a casual glance upon the single slave who stood guard.Page 27
a reckless pace to the spot at which he last had seen the great, skulking brute.Page 30
Then he proceeded upon his way into the heart of the unknown valley.Page 35
"It had been intimated that I had guilty knowledge of your abduction," he explained simply, "and I was hastening to the jeddak, your father, to convince him of the falsity of the charge, and to give my service to your recovery.Page 39
It was circular, closing a circular aperture, and the Heliumite knew from his study of ancient Barsoomian architecture that it rolled to one side, like a huge wheel, into an aperture in the wall.Page 44
There be few of us left, but--Komal must be fed.Page 50
" The Lotharian shook his head.Page 54
And yet, as she saw him coming across the marble floor of the audience chamber of Tario of Lothar, his fine eyes filled with apprehension for her safety, his splendid figure personifying all that is finest in the fighting men of martial Mars, she could not believe that any faintest trace of perfidy lurked beneath so glorious an exterior.Page 79
Even in the hands of the giant green men bridle reins would be hopelessly futile against the mad savagery and mastodonic strength of the thoat, and so they are guided by that strange telepathic power with which the men of Mars have learned to communicate in a crude way with the lower orders of their planet.Page 83
She was, indeed, alone now.Page 88
CHAPTER XIII TURJUN, THE PANTHAN The face of Carthoris of Helium gave no token of the emotions that convulsed him inwardly as he heard from the lips of Hal Vas that Helium was at war with Dusar, and that fate had thrown him into the service of the enemy.Page 92
The two men were ascending from the cabin to the deck.Page 95
"Where are your passes?" he asked.Page 97
were her own to do with as she pleased; yet furthest from them was Kulan Tith.Page 98
Vas Kor, dreaming no treachery, nodded his head, and for a moment succeeded in holding Carthoris at bay.Page 103
"Grip yourself! Remember the days of the glory of the seafarers of Lothar.Page 105
A huge, white-furred creature with six limbs, four of which, short and heavy, carry it over the snow and ice; the other two, which grow forward from its shoulders on either side of its long, powerful neck, terminate in white, hairless hands with which it seizes and holds its prey.