and mother far away in London.
He returned to his place in the tree above the girl. If he couldn't
have happiness of this sort himself he wanted to enjoy the happiness of
others. Possibly if he made himself known to the old man he might be
permitted to come to the village occasionally as a friend. It would be
worth trying. He would wait until the old Arab had greeted his
daughter, then he would make his presence known with signs of peace.
The Arab was striding softly toward the girl. In a moment he would be
beside her, and then how surprised and delighted she would be! Korak's
eyes sparkled in anticipation--and now the old man stood behind the
little girl. His stern old face was still unrelaxed. The child was
yet unconscious of his presence. She prattled on to the unresponsive
Geeka. Then the old man coughed. With a start the child glanced
quickly up over her shoulder. Korak could see her full face now. It
was very beautiful in its sweet and innocent childishness--all soft and
lovely curves. He could see her great, dark eyes. He looked for the
happy love light that would follow recognition; but it did not come.
Instead, terror, stark, paralyzing terror, was mirrored in her eyes, in
the expression of her mouth, in the tense, cowering attitude of her
body. A grim smile curved the thin, cruel lip of the Arab. The child
essayed to crawl away; but before she could get out of his reach the
old man kicked her brutally, sending her sprawling upon the grass.
Then he followed her up to seize and strike her as was his custom.
Above them, in the tree, a beast crouched where a moment before had
been a boy--a beast with dilating nostrils and bared fangs--a beast
that trembled with rage.
The Sheik was stooping to reach for the girl when The Killer dropped to
the ground at his side. His spear was still in his left hand but he
had forgotten it. Instead his right fist was clenched and as The Sheik
took a backward step, astonished by the sudden materialization of this
strange apparition apparently out of clear air, the heavy fist landed
full upon his mouth backed by the weight of the young giant and the
terrific power of his more than human muscles.
Bleeding and senseless The Sheik sank to earth. Korak turned toward
the child. She had regained her feet
not know until I read his manuscript years afterward.Page 5
Since we had entered the territory we had not seen a hostile Indian, and we had, therefore, become careless in the extreme, and were wont to ridicule the stories we had heard of the great numbers of these vicious marauders that were supposed to haunt the trails, taking their toll in lives and torture of every white party which fell into their merciless clutches.Page 7
that this thought did not occur to me until the following day removes any possible right to a claim to heroism to which the narration of this episode might possibly otherwise entitle me.Page 13
As I gazed at it on that far-gone night it seemed to call across the unthinkable void, to lure me to it, to draw me as the lodestone attracts a particle of iron.Page 25
The nights are either brilliantly illumined or very dark, for if neither of the two moons of Mars happen to be in the sky almost.Page 26
The further moon revolves about Mars in something over thirty and one-quarter hours, and with her sister satellite makes a nocturnal Martian scene one of splendid and weird grandeur.Page 47
Her attitude toward the captive was most harsh and brutal.Page 59
The thought that the divine Dejah Thoris might fall into the clutches of such an abysmal atavism started the cold sweat upon me.Page 74
I was only partially successful, as a sharp pain in my left shoulder attested, but in the sweep of my glance as I sought to again locate my adversary, a sight met my astonished gaze which paid me well for the wound the temporary blindness had caused me.Page 78
"I promised to tell you my story, or rather the story of my parents.Page 92
He had all the cold, hard, cruel, terrible features of the green warriors, but accentuated and debased by the animal passions to which he had given himself over for many years.Page 97
Presently it swung full upon us and--stopped.Page 100
It soon seemed that the encounter was done saving only the final death thrust when Bar Comas slipped in breaking away from a clinch.Page 112
Weary and exhausted from sleeplessness I threw myself upon the ground commanding Woola to stand guard.Page 117
walking briskly toward me from one of the avenues.Page 121
As they waited for the troops to move into position facing the jeddak the two talked earnestly together, the jeddak and his staff occasionally glancing up at me.Page 134
Gradually I left my pursuers further and further behind, and I was just congratulating myself on.Page 136
Neither side asked or gave quarter, nor did they attempt to take prisoners.Page 139
Dejah Thoris, the Princess of Helium, who was our prisoner, is now held by the jeddak of Zodanga, whose son she must wed to save her country from devastation at the hands of the Zodangan forces.Page 152
"I do not need to tell you what this means to Barsoom.