me for a moment while he thrust
at my unprotected breast.
When he thrust, however, I was not there, for I had fought with
therns before; and while none had ever resorted to precisely that
same expedient, I knew them to be the least honorable and most
treacherous fighters upon Mars, and so was ever on the alert for
some new and devilish subterfuge when I was engaged with one of
But at length he overdid the thing; for, drawing his shortsword,
he hurled it, javelinwise, at my body, at the same instant rushing
upon me with his long-sword. A single sweeping circle of my own
blade caught the flying weapon and hurled it clattering against
the far wall, and then, as I sidestepped my antagonist's impetuous
rush, I let him have my point full in the stomach as he hurtled
Clear to the hilt my weapon passed through his body, and with a
frightful shriek he sank to the floor, dead.
Halting only for the brief instant that was required to wrench
my sword from the carcass of my late antagonist, I sprang across
the chamber to the blank wall beyond, through which the thern had
attempted to pass. Here I sought for the secret of its lock, but
all to no avail.
In despair I tried to force the thing, but the cold, unyielding
stone might well have laughed at my futile, puny endeavors. In fact,
I could have sworn that I caught the faint suggestion of taunting
laughter from beyond the baffling panel.
In disgust I desisted from my useless efforts and stepped to the
chamber's single window.
The slopes of Otz and the distant Valley of Lost Souls held nothing
to compel my interest then; but, towering far above me, the tower's
carved wall riveted my keenest attention.
Somewhere within that massive pile was Dejah Thoris. Above me I
could see windows. There, possibly, lay the only way by which I
could reach her. The risk was great, but not too great when the
fate of a world's most wondrous woman was at stake.
I glanced below. A hundred feet beneath lay jagged granite boulders
at the brink of a frightful chasm upon which the tower abutted; and
if not upon the boulders, then at the chasm's bottom, lay death,
should a foot slip but once, or clutching fingers loose their hold
for the fraction of an instant.
But there was no other way and with a shrug, which I must admit
was half shudder, I stepped to the window's outer sill and began
my perilous ascent.
They had lain close beside the skull.Page 19
We looked in the direction from which it came.Page 20
Two hundred years of peace had not sapped the red blood from his courageous line.Page 30
The fellow was quite similar in type to those I had seen upon the Isle of Wight.Page 31
The girl shrank back at sight of me, her eyes wide in astonishment, and then my antagonist was upon me.Page 32
I am Grabritin.Page 33
"I have never heard that they had another name.Page 35
These must have at least the rudiments of civilized government since they recognized one among them as ruler, with the title, king.Page 36
"The Camp of the Lions," I repeated.Page 47
be escaped.Page 54
I could not account for it.Page 58
For an instant I was dumbfounded.Page 65
He was not dead, but that he was badly injured was all too evident.Page 71
I was most depressed.Page 73
He has a standing army of ten million men, and his people possess slaves--white slaves--to the number of ten or fifteen million.Page 74
Among the soldiery a lower type of negro predominates, with thicker lips and broader, flatter noses.Page 77
Menelek returned and took up.Page 79
Then came the official's voice again, in sharp and peremptory command.Page 85
I had saddled and bridled the single horse which had evidently been overlooked by the royal household in its flight, and, standing a little back in the shadow of the stable's interior, Victory and I watched the surging throng without.Page 87
" "When did it end?" I asked him.