guess that she had not been to the
They had been home but a week when Lord Greystoke received a message
from his friend of many years, D'Arnot.
It was in the form of a letter of introduction brought by one General
Armand Jacot. Lord Greystoke recalled the name, as who familiar with
modern French history would not, for Jacot was in reality the Prince de
Cadrenet--that intense republican who refused to use, even by courtesy,
a title that had belonged to his family for four hundred years.
"There is no place for princes in a republic," he was wont to say.
Lord Greystoke received the hawk-nosed, gray mustached soldier in his
library, and after a dozen words the two men had formed a mutual esteem
that was to endure through life.
"I have come to you," explained General Jacot, "because our dear
Admiral tells me that there is no one in all the world who is more
intimately acquainted with Central Africa than you.
"Let me tell you my story from the beginning. Many years ago my little
daughter was stolen, presumably by Arabs, while I was serving with the
Foreign Legion in Algeria. We did all that love and money and even
government resources could do to discover her; but all to no avail.
Her picture was published in the leading papers of every large city in
the world, yet never did we find a man or woman who ever had seen her
since the day she mysteriously disappeared.
"A week since there came to me in Paris a swarthy Arab, who called
himself Abdul Kamak. He said that he had found my daughter and could
lead me to her. I took him at once to Admiral d'Arnot, whom I knew had
traveled some in Central Africa. The man's story led the Admiral to
believe that the place where the white girl the Arab supposed to be my
daughter was held in captivity was not far from your African estates,
and he advised that I come at once and call upon you--that you would
know if such a girl were in your neighborhood."
"What proof did the Arab bring that she was your daughter?" asked Lord
"None," replied the other. "That is why we thought best to consult you
before organizing an expedition. The fellow had only an old photograph
of her on the back of which was pasted a newspaper cutting describing
her and offering a reward. We feared that having found this somewhere
it had aroused his cupidity and led him
We all loved him, and our slaves fairly worshipped the ground he trod.Page 1
I arrived at the little station, about a mile from his grounds, on the morning of March 4, 1886, and when I asked the livery man to drive me out to Captain Carter's he replied that if I was a friend of the Captain's he had some very bad news for me; the Captain had been found dead shortly after daylight that very morning by the watchman attached to an adjoining property.Page 13
Here and there were slight outcroppings of quartz-bearing.Page 27
This maneuver gave me a considerable advantage, and I was able to reach the city quite a bit ahead of him, and as he came tearing after me I jumped for a window about thirty feet from the ground in the face of one of the buildings overlooking the valley.Page 34
was over, and seeking out Sola I found her in our chariot with a hideous little creature held tightly in her arms.Page 36
CHAPTER VIII A FAIR CAPTIVE FROM THE SKY The third day after the incubator ceremony we set forth toward home, but scarcely had the head of the procession debouched into the open ground before the city than orders were given for an immediate and hasty return.Page 41
Later, Sola, with the aid of several of the other women, remodeled the trappings to fit my lesser proportions, and after they completed the work I went about garbed in all the panoply of war.Page 42
At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound.Page 46
Numerous brilliantly colored and strangely formed wild flowers dotted the ravines and from the summit of the first hill I saw still other hills stretching off toward the north, and rising, one range above another, until lost in mountains of quite respectable dimensions; though I afterward found that only a few peaks on all Mars exceed four thousand feet in height; the suggestion of magnitude was merely relative.Page 49
In fact he could do nothing but make a wild and futile attempt to dislodge me.Page 82
"John Carter, if ever a real man walked the cold, dead bosom of Barsoom you are one.Page 83
unswerving truthfulness, that you could lie like one of your own Virginia gentlemen if a lie would save others from sorrow or suffering.Page 84
Just thirty days after my advent upon Barsoom we entered the ancient city of Thark, from whose long-forgotten people this horde of green men have stolen even their name.Page 85
As I waited she rose to her full height and looking me straight in the eye said: "What would Dotar Sojat, Thark, of Dejah Thoris his captive?" "Dejah Thoris, I do not know how I have angered you.Page 88
" "They would never suspect that we would try for that distant waterway," I answered, "and that is why I think that it is the best route for our escape.Page 94
In the same deathly silence I grasped Dejah Thoris by the hand, and motioning Sola to follow we sped noiselessly from the chamber and to the floor above.Page 102
No longer was I a jibbering idiot, but a sane, reasoning man with the means of escape within my very hands.Page 116
Assassination is the ever-present fear of all Barsoomians, and for this reason alone their homes are raised high above the ground at night, or in times of danger.Page 151
Mors Kajak, Jed of lesser Helium, and father of Dejah Thoris.Page 152
Flashing the signals which proclaimed it a dispatch bearer for the jeddak, it circled impatiently awaiting the tardy patrol boat which must convoy it to the palace docks.