A green Martian horse. Ten feet high at the shoulder,
with four legs on either side; a broad, flat tail,
larger at the tip than at the root which it holds straight
out behind while running; a mouth splitting its head
from snout to the long, massive neck. It is entirely
devoid of hair and is of a dark slate colour and
exceedingly smooth and glossy. It has a white belly and
the legs are shaded from slate at the shoulders and
hips to a vivid yellow at the feet. The feet are heavily
padded and nailless. (See A PRINCESS OF MARS.)
Thor Ban. Jed among the green men of Torquas.
Thorian. Chief of the lesser Therns.
Throne of Righteousness. In the court-room of Helium.
Throxus. Mightiest of the five oceans.
Thurds. A green horde inimical to Torquas.
Thuria. The nearer moon.
Thurid. A black dator.
Thuvan Dihn. Jeddak of Ptarth.
Thuvia. Princess of Ptarth.
Torith. Officer of the guards at submarine pool.
Torkar Bar. Kaolian noble; dwar of the Kaolian Road.
Torquas. A green horde.
Turjun. Carthoris' alias.
Utan. A company of one hundred men (military).
Vas Kor. A Dusarian noble.
Warhoon. A community of green men; enemy of Thark.
Woola. A Barsoomian calot.
Xat. A Martian minute.
Xavarian. A Helium warship.
Xodar. Dator among the First Born.
Yersted. Commander of the submarine.
Zad. Tharkian warrior.
Zat Arras. Jed of Zodanga.
Zithad. Dator of the guards of Issus. (See THE GODS OF MARS.)
Zitidars. Mastodonian draught animals.
Zodanga. Martian city of red men at war with Helium.
Zode. A Martian hour.
for the work he had handled so expeditiously and so well.Page 27
Instinctively the girl held back, and then the mucker, true to his training, true to himself, gave her arm a sudden twist that wrenched a scream of agony from her white lips.Page 30
If I hadn't done as they bid they would have killed me.Page 78
The girl shrank back into the darkness of the chamber she had just quitted.Page 87
Barbara Harding devoted her energies to thrusting and cutting at those who tried to press past the mucker, that they might.Page 104
He looked into her face again.Page 107
"A mess of venison wouldn't taste half bad," he remarked.Page 110
It was an honor to kill a man, and if you accomplished it by kicking him to death when he was unconscious it detracted nothing from the glory of your exploit--it was WHAT you did, not HOW you did it, that counted.Page 134
He thought quickly.Page 138
Grand Avenue would be the easiest place to forget his sorrow--her he could never forget.Page 152
"Until one of us gets wearied of the other's company," said Bridge.Page 153
"You don't hev to chop all the wood in the county to get a meal from Jed Watson," he said.Page 164
Do youse get 'em?" "Sure?" asked the other.Page 203
I don't like to send this here bum, I can't trust a greaser no better, an' I can't spare none of my white men thet.Page 208
The work was hard and progressed slowly.Page 211
"Which way did he go?" asked the captain.Page 212
" A frown suddenly clouded his face.Page 229
From the barracks beyond the guardhouse came sharp commands and the sounds of men running.Page 232
I wonder what business he has with this old scoundrel--and at night.Page 240
Her entire manner indicated final decision, and determination.