yards from the
camp. Jacot could see him in conversation with a tall, white-robed
figure--evidently the leader of the band. Presently the sergeant and
this Arab rode side by side toward camp. Jacot awaited them. The two
reined in and dismounted before him.
"Sheik Amor ben Khatour," announced the sergeant by way of introduction.
Captain Jacot eyed the newcomer. He was acquainted with nearly every
principal Arab within a radius of several hundred miles. This man he
never had seen. He was a tall, weather beaten, sour looking man of
sixty or more. His eyes were narrow and evil. Captain Jacot did not
relish his appearance.
"Well?" he asked, tentatively.
The Arab came directly to the point.
"Achmet ben Houdin is my sister's son," he said. "If you will give him
into my keeping I will see that he sins no more against the laws of the
Jacot shook his head. "That cannot be," he replied. "I must take him
back with me. He will be properly and fairly tried by a civil court.
If he is innocent he will be released."
"And if he is not innocent?" asked the Arab.
"He is charged with many murders. For any one of these, if he is
proved guilty, he will have to die."
The Arab's left hand was hidden beneath his burnous. Now he withdrew
it disclosing a large goatskin purse, bulging and heavy with coins. He
opened the mouth of the purse and let a handful of the contents trickle
into the palm of his right hand--all were pieces of good French gold.
From the size of the purse and its bulging proportions Captain Jacot
concluded that it must contain a small fortune. Sheik Amor ben Khatour
dropped the spilled gold pieces one by one back into the purse. Jacot
was eyeing him narrowly. They were alone. The sergeant, having
introduced the visitor, had withdrawn to some little distance--his back
was toward them. Now the sheik, having returned all the gold pieces,
held the bulging purse outward upon his open palm toward Captain Jacot.
"Achmet ben Houdin, my sister's son, MIGHT escape tonight," he said.
Captain Armand Jacot flushed to the roots of his close-cropped hair.
Then he went very white and took a half-step toward the Arab. His
fists were clenched. Suddenly he thought better of whatever impulse
was moving him.
"Sergeant!" he called. The non-commissioned officer hurried toward
him, saluting as his heels clicked together before his superior.
"Take this black dog back
You have been back to Mars? Tell me.Page 18
To right and left flew my shimmering blade, now green with the sticky juice of a plant man, now red with the crimson blood of a great white ape; but always flying from one opponent to another, hesitating but the barest fraction of a second to drink the lifeblood in the centre of some savage heart.Page 31
"That you are no Barsoomian from the outer world is evident from your colour.Page 49
The great Thark's long-sword leaped from its scabbard; Thuvia shrank shuddering to my side.Page 54
The fighting smile that has brought consternation to a thousand foemen touched my lips.Page 56
Her eyes were widespread in an expression of horrified anticipation and fixed directly upon me as I came in sight above the edge of the deck.Page 89
"At the appointed hour of night upon the world above, the men whose duties hold them here sleep, but the light is ever the same.Page 92
If we prove able fighters we are permitted to fight often.Page 95
The racks that stood without were stripped of the swords with which the prisoners were to have been armed to enter their allotted combats, and a swarm of determined warriors sped to our support.Page 100
"Who speaks?" I asked.Page 119
"You have spoken no word of love to me, nor do I expect that you ever shall; but nothing can prevent me loving you.Page 120
The vessel in which you so nobly resigned a place that we might find escape defied our small skill in navigation, with the result that we drifted aimlessly about for two days.Page 123
At the far end of the corridor I found a spiral stairway leading to the floors above and below.Page 151
"When she realized that she was in the clutches of the black pirates, she attempted to take her own life, but one of the blacks tore her dagger from her, and then they bound us both so that we could not use our hands.Page 160
Why, if Zat Arras even dreamed that I contemplated such a thing he would have my heart cut out of me.Page 165
It is well we waited, my Prince.Page 175
For the safety of our entrance upon Omean we depended largely upon the very boldness of it, believing that it would be some little time before the First Born on guard there would realize that it was an enemy and not their own returning fleet that was entering the vault of the buried sea.Page 184
Although not yet dawn, the room was brilliantly lighted.Page 188
"Back!" I cried to them.Page 189
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