scent of new
blood to its nostrils.
No longer were its movements erratic. With outstretched tail and
foaming jaws it charged straight as an arrow, for the body of the
thoat and the mighty creature of destruction that stood with forepaws
upon the slate-grey side, waiting to defend its meat.
When the charging banth was twenty paces from the dead thoat the
killer gave vent to its hideous challenge, and with a mighty spring
leaped forward to meet it.
The battle that ensued awed even the warlike Barsoomian. The
mad rending, the hideous and deafening roaring, the implacable
savagery of the blood-stained beasts held him in the paralysis
of fascination, and when it was over and the two creatures, their
heads and shoulders torn to ribbons, lay with their dead jaws
still buried in each other's bodies, Carthoris tore himself from
the spell only by an effort of the will.
Hurrying to the side of the dead thoat, he searched for traces of
the girl he feared had shared the thoat's fate, but nowhere could
he discover anything to confirm his fears.
With slightly lightened heart he started out to explore the valley,
but scarce a dozen steps had he taken when the glistening of a
jewelled bauble lying on the sward caught his eye.
As he picked it up his first glance showed him that it was a
woman's hair ornament, and emblazoned upon it was the insignia of
the royal house of Ptarth.
But, sinister discovery, blood, still wet, splotched the magnificent
jewels of the setting.
Carthoris half choked as the dire possibilities which the thing
suggested presented themselves to his imagination. Yet he could
not, would not believe it.
It was impossible that that radiant creature could have met so
hideous an end. It was incredible that the glorious Thuvia should
ever cease to be.
Upon his already jewel-encrusted harness, to the strap that crossed
his great chest beneath which beat his loyal heart, Carthoris,
Prince of Helium, fastened the gleaming thing that Thuvia of Ptarth
had worn, and wearing, had made holy to the Heliumite.
Then he proceeded upon his way into the heart of the unknown valley.
For the most part the giant trees shut off his view to any but the
most limited distances. Occasionally he caught glimpses of the
towering hills that bounded the valley upon every side, and though
they stood out clear beneath the light of the two moons, he knew that
they were far off, and that the extent of the valley was immense.
For half the night he continued his search, until presently he was
brought to a
The men in the trees scarcely breathed.Page 8
Tippet was on guard.Page 10
Constant watchfulness was required to avoid the many snakes of various degrees of repulsiveness and enormity that infested the wood; and the only ray of hope they had to cling to was that the forest would, like the majority of Caspakian forests, prove to be of no considerable extent.Page 11
Half hidden by the intervening trees he still could see the huge head and the massive jaws from which protruded the limp legs of the dead man.Page 16
Within hailing distance they set up such a loud shouting that presently heads appeared above the top of.Page 20
It was a harrowing experience, but soon over, and once again the captive was being carried swiftly toward the east and what fate he could not even guess.Page 22
"England," replied Bradley, as briefly.Page 25
Soon the keeper of the place returned with a wooden bowl filled with food.Page 26
" "Reassuring cuss," thought Bradley as he turned and left the building.Page 39
Some became tadpoles in the pool, some in the sluggish stream and some not until they reached the great inland sea.Page 43
As he descended thus slowly, the ladder seemed interminable and the pit bottomless, yet he realized when at last he reached the bottom that he could not have descended more than fifty feet.Page 45
In the dim light Bradley saw that it was a dead Wieroo from which the wings and head had been removed.Page 50
Here he raised the body and thrust it into the aperture where Bradley saw it drop suddenly from sight.Page 58
the sides of the shaft were clotted thick with a dried, dark brown substance that the Englishman knew had once been blood.Page 60
It was difficult work raising him to the high perch and dragging him through the small opening and thus down the ladder; but presently it was done, and Bradley had lowered the body into the river and cast it off.Page 62
"This is their horrible fate--to be imprisoned here beneath the surface of the city with their hideous offspring whom they hate as they hate their fathers.Page 63
Anyway, I want to return to the place of the yellow door and get my pistol if it is there.Page 66
At no time did they hear the cry of a carnivore, and though many startled animals fled as they approached, they were not once menaced by a wild beast.Page 68
A fierce yearning to seize her and crush her in his arms, swept over him, and then there flashed upon the screen of recollection the picture of a stately hall set amidst broad gardens and ancient trees and of a proud old man with beetling brows--an old man who held his head very high--and Bradley shook his head and turned away again.Page 82
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