against a full
dozen of them. Even with the assistance of the fierce Woola, there
could be but a single outcome to so unequal a struggle.
For a moment the beasts hesitated beneath the brilliant glare
of the torches; but presently their eyes, becoming accustomed to
the light, fell upon Woola and me, and with bristling manes and
deep-throated roars they advanced, lashing their tawny sides with
their powerful tails.
In the brief interval of life that was left me I shot a last,
parting glance toward my Dejah Thoris. Her beautiful face was set
in an expression of horror; and as my eyes met hers she extended
both arms toward me as, struggling with the guards who now held
her, she endeavored to cast herself from the balcony into the pit
beneath, that she might share my death with me. Then, as the banths
were about to close upon me, she turned and buried her dear face
in her arms.
Suddenly my attention was drawn toward Thuvia of Ptarth. The
beautiful girl was leaning far over the edge of the balcony, her
eyes bright with excitement.
In another instant the banths would be upon me, but I could not
force my gaze from the features of the red girl, for I knew that
her expression meant anything but the enjoyment of the grim tragedy
that would so soon be enacted below her; there was some deeper,
hidden meaning which I sought to solve.
For an instant I thought of relying on my earthly muscles and
agility to escape the banths and reach the balcony, which I could
easily have done, but I could not bring myself to desert the
faithful Woola and leave him to die alone beneath the cruel fangs
of the hungry banths; that is not the way upon Barsoom, nor was it
ever the way of John Carter.
Then the secret of Thuvia's excitement became apparent as from her
lips there issued the purring sound I had heard once before; that
time that, within the Golden Cliffs, she called the fierce banths
about her and led them as a shepherdess might lead her flock of
meek and harmless sheep.
At the first note of that soothing sound the banths halted in their
tracks, and every fierce head went high as the beasts sought the
origin of the familiar call. Presently they discovered the red
girl in the balcony above them, and, turning, roared out their
recognition and their greeting.
Guards sprang to drag Thuvia away, but ere they had succeeded she
had hurled a volley of commands at the listening brutes, and
With equal heartlessness they disposed of their own dead and dying.Page 14
stone and bone, surely that may we accomplish also.Page 20
In his leisure Clayton read, often aloud to his wife, from the store of books he had brought for their new home.Page 22
Now that he was in his prime, there was no simian in all the mighty forest through which he roved that dared contest his right to rule, nor did the other and larger animals molest him.Page 35
He had taken scarce a dozen steps toward the jungle when a great form rose up before him from the shadows of a low bush.Page 59
So quickly did Tarzan of the Apes drag back his prey that Kulonga's cry of alarm was throttled in his windpipe.Page 61
Tarzan of the Apes looked with growing wonder at these strange creatures.Page 74
So it came that he spent more and more time in the vicinity of his father's last home, and less and less with the tribe.Page 80
There were three of them, and they were racing madly in single file through the dense undergrowth.Page 88
With this idea in mind she turned to search for some means of putting it into execution; but her first view of the interior of the cabin brought a shriek of terror to her lips, and like a frightened child the huge woman ran to bury her face on her mistress' shoulder.Page 150
Carefully they ransacked every hut and corner of the village, but no sign of D'Arnot could they.Page 152
" Clayton did not reply, but within him rose a new respect for Frenchmen which remained undimmed ever after.Page 156
This is the first time I have spoken with another of my kind through written words.Page 166
The girl shuddered, and when they told her that the cruiser would sail on the morrow she was almost glad.Page 169
" "We shall go there to-morrow," announced Tarzan.Page 172
To-day our little boy is six months old.Page 174
Gradually he became accustomed to the strange noises and the odd ways of civilization, so that presently none might know that two short months before, this handsome Frenchman in immaculate white ducks, who laughed and chatted with the gayest of them, had been swinging naked through primeval forests to pounce upon some unwary victim, which, raw, was to fill his savage belly.Page 182
There are resemblances, yet--well, we had better leave it for Monsieur Desquerc to solve.Page 195
this direction.Page 197
I shall have to keep it--and you must help me bear the burden, though we may not see each other again after tonight.