A princess of Mars

A PRINCESS OF MARS

WITH MY BACK AGAINST A GOLDEN THRONE. I FOUGHT ONCE AGAIN
FOR DEJAH THORIS.

Frontispiece (Page 298)

A PRINCESS
OF MARS

BY

EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS

AUTHOR OF

TARZAN OF THE APES, THE RETURN OF
TARZAN. THE BEASTS OF TARZAN, ETC.

ILLUSTRATED BY

FRANK E. SCHOONOVER

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

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Made in the United States of America

Copyright

A. C McClurg & Co.
1917

Published October, 1917

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Copyrighted in Great Britain

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JACK

FOREWORD

To the Reader of this Work:

In submitting Captain Carter's strange manu
script to you in book form, I believe that a few
words relative to this remarkable personality will
be of interest.

My first recollection of Captain Carter is of
the few months he spent at my father's home in
Virginia, just prior to the opening of the civil
war. I was then a child of but five years, yet I
well remember the tall, dark, smooth-faced,
athletic man whom I called Uncle Jack.

He seemed always to be laughing; and he en
tered into the sports of the children with the same
hearty good fellowship he displayed toward those
pastimes in which the men and women of his own
age indulged; or he would sit for an hour at a time
entertaining my old grandmother with stories of
his strange, wild life in all parts of the world. We
all loved him, and our slaves fairly worshipped
the ground he trod.

He was a splendid specimen of manhood, stand-
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ing a good two inches over six feet, broad of
shoulder and narrow of hip, with the carriage
of the trained fighting man. His features were
regular and clear cut, his hair black and closely
cropped, while his eyes were of a steel gray,
reflecting a strong and loyal character, filled with
fire and initiative. His manners were perfect, and
his courtliness was that of a typical southern
gentleman of the highest type.

His horsemanship, especially after hounds, was
a marvel and delight even in that country of mag
nificent horsemen. I have often heard my father
caution him against his wild recklessness, but he
would only laugh, and say that the tumble that
killed him would be from the back of a horse yet
unfoaled.

When the war broke out he left us, nor did I
see him again for some fifteen or sixteen years.
When he returned it was without warning, and I
was much surprised to note that he had not aged
apparently a moment, nor had he changed in any
other outward way. He was, when others were
with him, the same genial, happy fellow we had
known of old, but when he thought himself alone
I have seen him sit for hours gazing off into space,

his face set in a look of wistful longing and hope-

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less misery; and at night he would sit thus looking
up into the heavens, at what I did not know until
I read his manuscript years afterward.

He told us that he had been prospecting and
mining in Arizona part of the time since the war;
and that he had been very successful was evidenced
by the unlimited amount of money with which he
was supplied. As to the details of his life during
these years he was very reticent, in fact he would
not talk of them at all.

He remained with us for about a year and then
went to New York, where he purchased a little
place on the Hudson, where I visited him once a
year on the occasions of my trips to the New York
market — my father and I owning and operating a
string of general stores throughout Virginia at that
time. Captain Carter had a small but beautiful
cottage, situated on a bluff overlooking the river,
and during one of my last visits, in the winter of
1885, I observed he was much occupied in writ
ing, I presume now, upon this manuscript. j

He told me at this time that if anything should
happen to him he wished me to take charge of his
estate, and he gave me a key to a compartment
in the safe which stood in his study, telling me I
would find his will there and some personal instruo

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tions which he had me pledge myself to carry out
with absolute fidelity.

After I had retired for the night I have seen
him from my window standing in the moonlight
on the brink of the bluff overlooking the Hudson
with his arms stretched out to the heavens as
though in appeal. I thought at the time that he
was praying, although I never had understood that
he was in the strict sense of the term a religious
man.

Several months after I had returned home from
my last visit, the first of March, 1886, I think,
I received 9 telegram from him asking me to come
to him at once. I had always been his favorite
fcmong the younger generation of Carters and so I
hastened to comply with his demand.

I arrived at the little station, about a mile from
his grounds, on the morning of March 4, 1886,
and when I asked the livery man to drive me out
to Captain Carter's he replied that if I was a
friend of the Captain's he had some very bad news
for me ; the Captain had been found dead shortly
ifter daylight that very morning by the watchman
attached to an adjoining property.

For some reason this news did not surprise
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possible, so that I could take charge of the body
and of his affairs.

I found the watchman who had discovered him,
together with the local police chief and several
townspeople, assembled in his little study. The
watchman related the few details connected with
the finding of the body, which he said had been
still warm when he came upon it. It lay, he said,
stretched full length in the snow with the arms
outstretched above the head toward the edge of
the bluff, and when he showed me the spot it
flashed upon me that it was the identical one where
I had seen him on those other night*, with his
arms raised in supplication to the skies.

There were no marks of violence on the body,
and wrth the aid of a local physician the coroner's
jury quickly reached a decision of death from
heart failure. Left alone in the study, I opened
the safe and withdrew the contents of the drawer
in which he had told me I would find my instruc
tions. They were in part peculiar indeed, but I
have followed them to each last detail as faith
fully as I was able.

He directed that I remove his body to Virginia
without embalming, and that he be laid in an
open coffin within a tomb which he previously had

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had constructed and which, as I later learned, was
well ventilated. The instructions impressed upon
me that I must personally see that this was car
ried out just as he directed, even in secrecy if
necessary.

His property was left in such a way that I was
to receive the entire income for twenty-five years,
when the principal was to become mine. His
further instructions related to this manuscript
which I was to retain sealed and unread, just as I
found it, for eleven years; nor was I to divulge
its contents until twenty-one years after his death.

A strange feature about the tomb, where his
body still lies, is that the massive door is equipped
with a single, huge gold-plated spring lock which
can be opened only from the inside.

Yours very sincerely,
EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PACT

I On the Arizona Hills 1

II The Escape of the Dead 14

III My Advent on Mars 22

IV A Prisoner 35

V I Elude My Watch Dog 46

VI A Fight That Won Friends .... 54

VII Child-Raising on Mars 62

VIII A Fair Captive from the Sky .... 72

IX I Learn the Language 82

X Champion and Chief 89

XI With Dejah Thoris 106

XII A Prisoner with Power 118

XIII Love-Making on Mars . . . . .128

XIV A Duel to the Death 139

XV Sola Tells Me Her Story 155

XVI We Plan Escape 170

XVII A Costly Recapture 188

XVIII Chained in Warhoon 202

XIX Battling in the Arena 210

XX In the Atmosphere Factory , . . .219

XXI An Air Scout for Zodanga .... 235

XXTI I Find Dejah 252

XXIII Lost in the Sky ........ 270

XXIV Tars Tarkas Finds a Friend .... 281
XXV The Looting of Zodanga 294

XXVI Through Carnage to Joy 303

XXVII From Joy to Death 314

XXVIII At the Arizona Cave 32^

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CHAPTER I

ON THE ARIZONA HILLS

I AM a very old man ; how old I do not know.
Possibly I am a hundred, possibly more; but
I cannot tell because I have never aged as other
men, nor do I remember any childhood. So far
as I can recollect I have always been a man, a
man of about thirty. I appear today as I did
forty years and more ago, and yet I feel that I
cannot go on living forever; that some day I shall
die the real death from which there is no resurrec
tion. I do not know why I should fear death,
I who have died twice and am still alive ; but yet
I have the same horror of it as you who have
never died, and it is because of this terror of death,
I believe, that I am so convinced of my mortality.
And because of this conviction I have determined
to write down the story of the interesting periods
of my life and of my death. I cannot explain the
phenomena ; I can only set down here in the words

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of an ordinary soldier of fortune a chronicle of the
strange events that befell me during the ten years
that my dead body lay undiscovered in an Arizona
cave.

I have never told this story, nor shall mortal
man see this manuscript until after I have passed
over for eternity. I know that the average human
mind will not believe what it cannot grasp, and so
I do not purpose being pilloried by the public, the
pulpit, and the press, and held up as a colossal
liar when I am but telling the simple truths which
some day science will substantiate. Possibly the
suggestions which I gained upon Mars, and th"
knowledge which I can set down in this chronicle
will aid in an earlier understanding of the mysteries
of our sister planet; mysteries to you, but no
longer mysteries to me.

My name is John Carter; I am better known
as Captain Jack Carter of Virginia. At the close
of the Civil War I found myself \ assessed of
several hundred thousand dollars (Confederate)
and a captain's commission in the cavalry arm of
an army which no longer existed ; the servant of a
state which had vanished with the hopes of the
South. Masterless, penniless, and with my only
of livelihood, fighting, gone, I determined

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to work my way to the southwest and attempt to
retrieve my fallen fortunes in a search for gold.

I spent nearly a year prospecting in company
with another Confederate officer, Captain James
K. Powell of Richmond. We were extremely
fortunate, for late in the winter of 1865, after
many hardships and privations, we located the
most remarkable gold-bearing quartz vein that
our wildest dreams had ever pictured. Powell,
who was a mining engineer by education, stated
that we had uncovered over a million dollars worth

of ore in a trifle over three months.
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• As our equipment was crude in the extreme we

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decided that one of us must return to civilization,
purchase the necessary machinery and return with
a sufficient force of men properly to work the
mine.

As Powell was familiar with the country, as well
as with the mechanical requirements of mining we
determined that it would be best for him to make
the trip. It was agreed that I was to hold down
our claim against the remote possibility of its being
jumped by some wandering prospector.

On March 3, 1866, Powell and I packed his
provisions on two of our burros, and bidding me
good-bye he mounted his horse, and started down

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the mountainside toward the valley, across which
led the first stage of his journey.

The morning of Powell's departure was, like
nearly all Arizona mornings, clear and beautiful;
I could see him and his little pack animals picking
their way down the mountainside toward the
valley, and all during the morning I would catch
occasional glimpses of them as they topped a hog
back or came out upon a level plateau. My last
sight of Powell was about three in the afternoon
as he entered the shadows of the range on the
opposite side of the valley.

Some half hour later I happened to glance
casually across the valley and was much surprised
to note three little dots in about the same place I
had last seen my friend and his two pack animals.
I am not given to needless worrying, but the more
I tried to convince myself that all was well with
Powell, and that the dots I had seen on his trail
were antelope or wild horses, the less I was able
to assure myself.

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 sup-

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posed to haunt the trails, taking their toll in lives
and torture of every white party which fell into
their merciless clutches.

Powell, I knew, was well armed and, further,
an experienced Indian fighter; but I too had lived
and fought for years among the Sioux in the
North, and I knew that his chances were small
against a party of cunning trailing Apaches.
Finally I could endure the suspense no longer, and,
arming myself with my two Colt revolvers and a
carbine, I strapped two belts of cartridges about
me and catching my saddle horse, started down the
trail taken by Powell in the morning.

As soon as I reached comparatively level ground
I urged my mount into a canter and continued this,
where the going permitted, until, close upon dusk,
I discovered the point where other tracks joined
those of Powell. They were the tracks of unshod
ponies, three of them, and the ponies had been
galloping.

I followed rapidly until, darkness shutting down,
I was forced to await the rising of the moon, and
given an opportunity to speculate on the question
of the wisdom of my chase. Possibly I had con
jured up impossible dangers, like some nervous
old housewife, and when I should catch up with

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Powell would get a good laugh for my pains.
However, I am not prone to sensitiveness, and
the following of a sense of duty, wherever it may
lead, has always been a kind of fetich with me
throughout my life; which may account for the
honors bestowed upon me by three republics and
the decorations and friendships of an old and
powerful emperor and several lesser kings, in
whose service my sword has been red many a
time.

About nine o'clock the moon was sufficiently
bright for me to proceed on my way and I had
no difficulty in following the trail at a fast walk,
and in some places at a brisk trot until, about mid
night, I reached the water hole where Powell had
expected to camp. I came upon the spot unex
pectedly, finding it entirely deserted, with no signs
of having been recently occupied as a camp.

I was interested to note that the tracks of the
pursuing horsemen, for such I was now convinced
they must be, continued after Powell with only a
brief stop at the hole for water; and always at the
same rate of speed as his.

I was positive now that the trailers were
Apaches and that they wished to capture Powell
alive for the fiendish pleasure of the torture, so I

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urged my horse onward at a most dangerous pace,
hoping against hope that I would catch up with
the red rascals before they attacked him.

Further speculation was suddenly cut short by
the faint report of two shots far ahead of me. I
knew that Powell would need me now if ever,
and I instantly urged my horse to his topmost
speed up the narrow and difficult mountain trail.

I had forged ahead for perhaps a mile or more
without hearing further sounds, when the trail
suddenly debouched onto a small, open plateau
near the summit of the pass. I had passed through
a narrow, overhanging gorge just before entering
suddenly upon this table land, and the sight which
met my eyes filled me with consternation and
dismay.

The little stretch of level land was white with
Indian tepees, and there were probably half a
thousand red warriors clustered around some
object near the center of the camp. Their atten
tion was so wholly riveted to this point of interest
that they did not notice me, and I easily could have
turned back into the dark recesses of the gorge and
made my escape with perfect safety. The fact,
however, that this thought did not occur to me
until the following day removes any possible right

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to a claim to heroism to which the narration of
this episode might possibly otherwise entitle me.

I do not believe that I am made of the stuff
which constitutes heroes, because, in all of the
hundreds of instances that my voluntary acts have
placed me face to face with death, I cannot recall
a single one where any alternative step to that I
took occurred to me until many hours later. My
mind is evidently so constituted that I am sub
consciously forced into the path of duty without
recourse to tiresome mental processes. However
that may be, I have never regretted that cowardice
is not optional with me.

In this instance I was, of course, positive that
Powell was the center of attraction, but whether
I thought or acted first I do not know, but within
an instant from the moment the scene broke upon
my view I had whipped out my revolvers and was
charging down upon the entire army of warriors,
shooting rapidly, and whooping at the top of my
lungs. Single handed, I could not have pursued
better tactics, for the red men, convinced by sudden
surprise that not less than a regiment of regulars
was upon them, turned and fled in every direction
for their bows, arrows, and rifles.

The view which their hurried routing disclosed
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filled me with apprehension and with rage. Under
the clear rays of the Arizona moon lay Powell,
his body fairly bristling with the hostile arrows of
the braves. That he was already dead I could not
but be convinced, and yet I would have saved his
body from mutilation at the hands of the Apaches
as quickly as I would have saved the man himself
from death.

Riding close to him I reached down from the
saddle, and grasping his cartridge belt drew him
up across the withers of my mount. A backward
glance convinced me that to return by the way I
had come would be more hazardous than to con
tinue across the plateau, so, putting spurs to my
poor beast, I made a dash for the opening to the
pass which I could distinguish on the far side of
the table land.

The Indians had by this time discovered that I
was alone and I was pursued with imprecations,
arrows, and rifle balls. The fact that it is difficult
to aim anything but imprecations accurately by
moonlight, that they were upset by the sudden and
unexpected manner of my advent, and that I was a
rather rapidly moving target saved me from the
various deadly projectiles of the enemy and per
mitted me to reach the shadows of the surround-

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ing peaks before an orderly pursuit could be
organized.

My horse was traveling practically unguided as
I knew that I had probably less knowledge of the
exact location of the trail to the pass than he, and
thus it happened that he entered a defile which
led to the summit of the range and not to the pass
which I had hoped would carry me to the valley
and to safety. It is probable, however, that to this
fact I owe my life and the remarkable experiences
and adventures which befell me during the follow
ing ten years.

My first knowledge that I was on the wrong
trail came when I heard the yells of the pursuing
savages suddenly grow fainter and fainter far off
to my left.

I knew then that they had passed to the left of
the jagged rock formation at the edge of the
plateau, to the right of which my horse had borne
me and the body of Powell.

I drew rein on a little level promontory over
looking the trail below and to my left, and saw
the party of pursuing savages disappearing around
the point of a neighboring peak.

I knew the Indians would soon discover that
they were on the wrong trail and that the search
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foi me would be renewed in the right direction as
soon as they located my tracks.

I had gone but a short distance further when
what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up
around the face of a high cliff. The trail was
level and quite broad and led upward and in the
general direction I wished to go. The cliff arose
for several hundred feet on my right, and on my
left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop
te the bottom of a rocky ravine.

I had followed this trail for perhaps a hundred
yards when a sharp turn to the right brought me
to the mouth of a large cave. The opening was
about four feet in height and three to four feet
wide, and at this opening the trail ended.

It was now morning, and, with the customary
lack of dawn which is a startling characteristic of
Arizona, it had become daylight almost without
warning.

Dismounting, I laid Powell upon the ground,
but the most painstaking examination failed to
reveal the faintest spark of life. I forced water
from my canteen between his dead lips, bathed his
face and rubbed his hands, working aver him con
tinuously for the better part of an hour in the face
of the fact that I knew him to be dead,

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I was very fond of Powell; he was thoroughly
a man in every respect ; a polished southern gentle
man ; a staunch and true friend ; and it was with a
feeling of the deepest grief that I finally gave up
my crude endeavors at resuscitation.

Leaving Powell's body where it lay on the ledge
I crept into the cave to reconnoiter. I found a
large chamber, possibly a hundred feet in diam
eter and thirty or forty feet in height; a smooth
and well-worn floor, and many other evidences that
the cave had, at some remote period, been in
habited. The back of the cave was so lost in dense
shadow that I could not distinguish whether there
were openings into other apartments or not.

As I was continuing my examination I com
menced to feel a pleasant drowsiness creeping over
me which I attributed to the fatigue of my long
and strenuous ride, and the reaction from the
excitement of the fight and the pursuit. I felt
comparatively safe in my present location as I
knew that one man could defend the trail to the(
cave against an army.

I soon became so drowsy that I could scarcely

resist the strong desire to throw myself on the

floor of the cave for a few moments' rest, but I

knew that this would never do, as it would mean

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certain death at the hands of my red friends, who
might be upon me at any moment. With an effort
I started toward the opening of the cave only to
reel drunkenly against a side wall, and from there
slip prone upon the floor.

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A SENSE of delicious dreaminess overcame
me, my muscles relaxed, and I was on the
point of giving away to my desire to sleep when
the sound of approaching horses reached my ears.
I attempted to spring to my feet but was horrified
to discover that my muscles refused to respond
to my will. I was now thoroughly awake, but as
unable to move a muscle as though turned to stone.
It was then, for the first time, that I noticed a
slight vapor filling the cave. It was extremely
tenuous and only noticeable against the opening
which led to daylight. There also came to my
nostrils a faintly pungent odor, and I could
only assume that I had been overcome by some
poisonous gas, but why I should retain my mental
faculties and yet be unable to move I could not
fathom.

I lay facing the opening of the cave and where
I could see the short stretch of trail which lay
between the cave and the turn of the cliff around

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which the trail led. The noise of the approaching
horses had ceased, and I judged the Indians were
creeping stealthily upon me along the little ledge
which led to my living tomb. I remember that
I hoped they would make short work of me as I
did not particularly relish the thought of the
innumerable things they might do to me if the
spirit prompted them.

I had not long to wait before a stealthy sound
apprised me of their nearness, and then a war-
bonneted, paint-streaked face was thrust cau
tiously around the shoulder of the diffx and savage
eyes looked into mine. That he could see me in
the dim light of the cave I was sure for the early
morning sun was falling full upon me through the
opening.

The fellow, instead of approaching, merely
stood and stared; his eyes bulging and his jaw
dropped. And then another savage face appeared,
and a third and fourth and fiftht craning their
necks over the shoulders of their fellows whom
they could not pass upon the narrow ledge. Each
face was the picture of awe and fear, but for what
reason I did not know, nor did I learn until ten
years later. That there were still other braves
behind those who regarded me was apparent from

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the fact that the leaders passed back whispered
word to those behind them.

Suddenly a low but distinct moaning sound
issued from the recesses of the cave behind me,
and, as it reached the ears of the Indians, they
turned and fled in terror, panic stricken. So frantic
were their efforts to escape from the unseen thing
behind me that one of the braves was hurled head
long from the cliff to the rocks below. Their wild
cries echoed in the canyon for a short time, and
then all was still once more.

The sound which had frightened them was not
repeated, but it had been sufficient as it was to
start me speculating on the possible horror which
lurked in the shadows at my back. Fear is a rela
tive term and so I can only measure my feelings
at that time by what I had experienced in previous
positions of danger and by those I have passed
through since; but I can say without shame that if
the sensations I endured during the next few
minutes were fear, then may God help the coward,
for cowardice is of a surety its own punishment.

To be held paralyzed, with one's back toward
some horrible and unknown danger from the very
sound of which the ferocious Apache warriors
turn in wild stampede, as a flock of sheep would

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madly flee from a pack of wolves, seems to me the
last word in fearsome predicaments for a man who
had ever been used to fighting for his life with all
the energy of a powerful physique.

Several times I thought I heard faint sounds
behind me as of some body moving cautiously, but
eventually even these ceased, and I was left to the
contemplation of my position without interruption.
I could but vaguely conjecture the cause of my
paralysis, and my only hope lay in that it might
pass off as suddenly as it had fallen upon me.

Late in the afternoon my horse, which had been
standing with dragging rein before the cave,
started slowly down the trail, evidently in search
of food and water, and I was left alone with my
mysterious unknown companion and the dead body
of my friend, which lay just within my range of
vision upon the ledge where I had placed it in the
early morning.

From then until possibly midnight all was
silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly,
the awful moan of the morning broke upon my
startled ears, and there came again from the black
shadows the sound of a moving thing, and a faint
rustling as of dead leaves. The shock to my
already overstrained nervous system was terrible

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in the extreme, and with a superhuman effort I
strove to break my awful bonds. It was an effort
of the mind, of the will, of the nerves; not mus
cular, for I could not move even so much as my
little finger, but none the less mighty for all that.
And then something gave, there was a momentary
feeling of nausea, a sharp click as of the snapping
of a steel wire, and I stood with my back against
the wall of the cave facing my unknown foe.

And then the moonlight flooded the cave, and
there before me lay my own body as it had been
lying all these hours, with the eyes staring toward
the open ledge and the hands resting limply upon
the ground. I looked first at my lifeless clay
there upon the floor of the cave and then down
at myself in utter bewilderment; for there I lay
clothed, and yet here I stood but naked as at the
minute of my birth.

The transition had been so sudden and so unex
pected that it left me for a moment forgetful of
aught else than my strange metamorphosis. My
first thought was, is this then death! Have I
indeed passed over forever into that other life!
But I could not well believe this, as I could 'feel
my heart pounding against my ribs from the exer
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anaesthesis which had held me. My breath was
coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out
from every pore of my body, and the ancient
experiment of pinching revealed the fact that I
was anything other than a wraith.

Again was I suddenly recalled to my imme
diate surroundings by a repetition of the weird
moan from the depths of the cave. Naked and
unarmed as I was, I had no desire to face the
unseen thing which menaced me.

My revolvers were strapped to my lifeless body
which, for some unfathomable reason, I could not
bring myself to touch. My carbine was in its boot,
strapped to my saddle, and as my horse had wan
dered off I was left without means of defense.
My only alternative seemed to lie in flight and my
decision was crystallized by a recurrence of the
rustling sound from the thing which now seemed,
in the darkness of the cave and to my distorted
imagination, to be creeping stealthily upon me.

Unable longer to resist the temptation to escape
this horrible place I leaped quickly through the
opening into the starlight of a clear Arizona night.
The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave
acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and
new courage coursing through me. Pausing upon

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the brink of the ledge I upbraided myself for what
now seemed to me wholly unwarranted apprehen
sion. I reasoned with myself that I had lain
helpless for many hours within the cave, yet noth
ing had molested me, and my better judgment,
when permitted the direction of clear and logical
reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had
heard must have resulted from purely natural and
harmless causes; probably the conformation of
the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused
the sounds I heard.

I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my
head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating
night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw
stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky
gorge, and level, cacti-studded flat, wrought by the
moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and
wondrous enchantment.

Few western wonders are more inspiring
than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit land
scape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the
strange lights and shadows upon hog back and
arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet
beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting
and inspiring; as though one were catching for the
first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten

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world, so different is it from the aspect of any
other spot upon our earth.

As I stood thus meditating, I turned my gaze
from the landscape to the heavens where the
myriad stars formed a gorgeous and fitting
canopy for the wonders of the earthly scene. My
attention was quickly riveted by a large red star
close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it
I felt a spell of overpowering fascination — it was
Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting
man, it had always held the power of irresistible
enchantment. 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.

My longing was beyond the power of opposi
tion; I closed my eyes, stretched out my arms
toward the god of my vocation and felt myself
drawn with the suddenness of thought through the
trackless immensity of space. There was an
instant of extreme cold and utter darkness.

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MY ADVENT ON MARS

I OPENED my eyes upon a strange and weird
landscape. I knew that I was on Mars; not
once did I question either my sanity or my wake-
fulness. I was not asleep, no need for pinching
here; my inner consciousness told me as plainly
that I was upon Mars as your conscious mind tells
you that you are upon Earth. You do not question
the fact; neither did I.

I found myself lying prone upon a bed of yel
lowish, moss-like vegetation which stretched
around me in all directions for interminable miles.
I seemed to be lying in a deep, circular basin,
along the outer verge of which I could distinguish
the irregularities of low hills.

It was midday, the sun was shining full upon
me and the heat of it was rather intense upon my
naked body, yet no greater than would have been
true under similar conditions on an Arizona desert.
Here and there were slight outcroppings of quartz-
bearing rock which glistened in the sunlight; and
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a little to my left, perhaps a hundred yards,
appeared a low, walled enclosure about four feet
in height. No water, and no other vegetation than
the moss was in evidence, and as I was somewhat
thirsty I determined to do a little exploring.

Springing to my feet I received my first Martian
surprise, for the effort, which on Earth would have
brought me standing upright, carried me into the
Martian air to the height of about three yards.
I alighted softly upon the ground, however, with
out appreciable shock or jar. Now commenced a
series of evolutions which even then seemed
ludicrous in the extreme. I found that I must
learn to walk all over again, as the muscular exer
tion which carried me easily and safely upon Earth
played strange antics with me upon Mars.

Instead of progressing in a sane and dignified
manner, my attempts to walk resulted in a variety
of hops whkh took me clear of the ground a
couple of feet at each step and landed me sprawling
upon my face or back at the end of each second
or third hop. My muscles, perfectly attuned and
accustomed to the force of gravity on Earth,
played the mischief with me in attempting for the
first time to cope with the lesser gravitation and
lower air pressure on Mars.

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I was determined, however, to explore the low
structure which was the only evidence of habitation
in sight, and so I hit upon the unique plan of
reverting to first principles in locomotion, creep
ing. I did fairly well at this and in a few moments
had reached the low, encircling wall of the en
closure.

There appeared to be no doors or windows upon
the side nearest me, but as the wall was but about
four feet high I cautiously gained my feet and
peered over the top upon the strangest sight it had
ever been given me to see.

The roof of the enclosure was of solid glass
about four or five inches in thickness, and beneath
this were several hundred large eggs, perfectly
round and snowy white. The eggs were nearly
uniform in size being about two and one-half feet
in diameter.

Five or six had already hatched and the gro
tesque caricatures which sat blinking in the sun
light were enough to cause me to doubt my sanity.
They seemed mostly head, with little scrawny
bodies, long necks and six legs, or, as I afterward
learned, two legs and two arms, with an inter
mediary pair of limbs which could be used at will
either as arms or legs. Their eyes were set at the

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extreme sides of their heads a trifle above the
center and protruded in such a manner that they
could be directed either forward or back and also
independently of each other, thus permitting this
queer animal to look in any direction, or in two
directions at once, without the necessity of turning
the head.

The ears, which were slightly above the eyes
and closer together, were small, cup-shaped
antennae, protruding not more than an inch on
these young specimens. Their noses were but
longitudinal slits in the center of their faces, mid
way between their mouths and ears.

There was no hair on their bodies, which were
of a very light yellowish-green color. In the
adults, as I was to learn quite soon, this color
deepens to an olive green and is darker in the
male than in the female. Further, the heads of
the adults are not so out of proportion to their
bodies as in the case of the young.

The iris of the eyes is blood red, as in Albinos,
while the pupil is dark. The eyeball itself is very
white, as are the teeth. These latter add a most
ferocious appearance to an otherwise fearsome
and terrible countenance, as the lower tusks curve
upward to sharp points which end about where
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the eyes of earthly human beings are located. The
whiteness of the teeth is not that of ivory, but
of the snowiest and most gleaming of china.
Against the dark background of their olive skins
their tusks stand out in a most striking manner,
making these weapons present a singularly for
midable appearance.

Most of these details I noted later, for I was
given but little time to speculate on the wonders
of my new discovery. I had seen that the eggs
were in the process of hatching, and as I stood
watching the hideous little monsters break from
their shells I failed to note the approach of a score
of full-grown Martians from behind me.

Coming, as they did, over the soft and soundless
moss, which covers practically the entire surface
of Mars with the exception of the frozen areas
at the poles and the scattered cultivated districts,
they might have captured me easily, but their
intentions were far more sinister. It was the rat
tling of the accoutermcnts of the foremost warrior
which warned me.

On such a little thing my life hung that I often
marvel that I escaped so easily. Had not the
rifle of the leader of the party swung from its
fastenings beside his saddle in such a way as to

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strike against the butt of his great metal shod
spear I should have snuffed out without ever know
ing that death was near me. But the little sound
caused me to turn, and there upon me, not ten
feet from my breast, was the point of that huge
spear, a spear forty feet long, tipped v/ith gleam
ing metal, and held low at the side of a mounted
replica of the little devils I had been watching.

But how puny and harmless they now looked
beside this huge and terrific incarnation of hate of
vengeance and of death. The man himself, for
such I may call him, was fully fifteen feet in height
and, on earth, would have weighed some four-
hundred pounds. He sat his mount as we sit a
horse, grasping the animal's barrel with his lower
limbs, while the hands of his two right arms held
his immense spear low at the side of his mount;
his two left arms were outstretched laterally to
help preserve his balance, the thing he rode having
neither bridle or reins of any description for
guidance.

And his mount! How can earthly words de
scribe it! It towered ten feet at the shoulder;
had four legs on either side; a broad flat tail,
larger at the tip than at the root, and which it
held straight out behind while running; a gaping

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mouth which split its head from its snout to its
long, massive neck'.

Like its master, it was entirely devoid of hair,
but was of a dark slate color and exceeding smooth
and glossy. Its belly was white, and its legs shaded
from the slate of its shoulders and hips to a vivid
yellow at the feet. The feet themselves were
heavily padded and nailless, which fact had also
contributed to the noiselessness of their approach,
and, in common with a multiplicity of legs, is a
characteristic feature of the fauna of Mars. The
highest type of man and one other animal, the
only mammal existing on Mars, alone have well-
formed nails, and there are absolutely no hoofed
animals in existence there.

Behind this first charging demon trailed nine
teen others, similar in all respects, but, as I learned
later, bearing individual characteristics peculiar to
themselves; precisely as no two of us are identical
although we are all cast in a similar mold. This
picture, or rather materialized nightmare, which
I have described at length, made but one terrible
and swift impression on me as I turned to meet it.

Unarmed and naked as I was, the first law of
nature manifested itself in the only possible solu
tion of my immediate problem, and that was to

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get out of the vicinity of the point of the charging
spear. Consequently I gave a very earthly and at
the same time superhuman leap to reach the top
of the Martian incubator, for such I had deter
mined it must be.

My effort was crowned with a success which
appalled me no less than it seemed to surprise the
Martian warriors, for it carried me fully thirty
feet into the air and landed me a hundred feet
from my pursuers and on the opposite side of the
enclosure.

I alighted upon the soft moss easily and with
out mishap, and turning saw my enemies lined up
along the further wall. Some were surveying me
with expressions which I afterward discovered
marked extreme astonishment, and the others were
evidently satisfying themselves that I had not
molested their young.

They were conversing together in low tones,
and gesticulating and pointing toward me. Their
discovery that I had not harmed the little Mar
tians, and that I was unarmed, must have caused
them to look upon me with less ferocity; but, as
I was to learn later, the thing which weighed most
in my favor was my exhibition of hurdling.

While the Martians are immense, their bones

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are very large and they are muscled only in pro
portion to the gravitation which they must over
come. The result is that they are infinitely less
agile and less powerful, in proportion to their
weight, than an Earth man, and I doubt that were
one of them suddenly to be transported to Earth
he could lift his own weight from the ground; in
fact, I am convinced that he could not do so.

My feat then was as marvelous upon Mars as
it would have been upon Earth, and from desiring
to annihilate me they suddenly looked upon me as
a wonderful discovery to be captured and exhibited
among their fellows.

The respite my unexpected agility had given me
permitted me to formulate plans for the immediate
future and to note more closely the appearance
of the warriors, for I could not disassociate these
people in my mind from those other warriors who,
only the day before, had been pursuing me.

I noted that each was armed with several other
weapons in addition to the huge spear which I
have described. The weapon which caused me to
decide against an attempt at escape by flight was
what was evidently a rifle of some description,
and which I felt, for some reason, they were pe
culiarly efficient in handling.

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These rifles were of a white metal stocked with
wood, which I learned later was a very light and
intensely hard growth much prized on Mars, and
entirely unknown to us denizens of Earth. The
metal of the barrel is an alloy composed principally
of aluminum and steel which they have learned to
temper to a hardness far exceeding that of the
steel with which we are familiar. The weight of
these rifles is comparatively little, and with the
small caliber, explosive, radium projectiles which
they use, and the great length of the barrel, they
are deadly in the extreme and at ranges which
would be unthinkable on Earth. The theoretic
effective radius of this rifle is three hundred miles,
but the best they can do in actual service when
equipped with their wireless finders and sighters
is but a trifle over two hundred miles.

This is quite far enough to imbue me with great
respect for the Martian firearm, and some tele
pathic force must have warned me against an
attempt to escape in broad daylight from under
the muzzles of twenty of these death-dealing
machines.

The Martians, after conversing for a short
time, turned and rode away in the direction from
which they had come, leaving one of their number

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alone by the enclosure. When they had covered
perhaps two hundred yards they halted, and turn
ing their mounts toward us sat watching the war
rior by the enclosure.

He was tke one whose spear had so nearly
transfixed me, and was evidently the leader of
the band, as I had noted that they seemed to
have moved to their present position at his direc
tion. When his force had come to a halt he dis
mounted, threw down his spear and small arms,
and came around the end of the incubator toward
me, entirely unarmed and as naked as I, except
for the ornaments strapped upon his head, limbs,
and breast.

When he was within about fifty feet of me he
unclasped an enormous metal armlet, and holding
it toward me in the open palm of his hand,
addressed me in a clear, resonant voice, but in a
language, it is needless to say, I could not under
stand. He then stopped as though waiting for
my reply, pricking up his antennae-like ears and
cocking his strange looking eyes still further
toward me.

As the silence became painful I concluded to
hazard a little conversation on my own part, as I
had guessed that he was making overtures of peace.

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The throwing down of his weapons and the with
drawing of his troop before his advance toward
me would have signified a peaceful mission any
where on Earth, so why not, then, on Mars !

Placing my hand over my heart I bowed low
to the Martian and explained to him that while
I did not understand his language, his actions
spoke for the peace and friendship that at the
present moment were most dear to my heart.
Of course I might have been a babbling brook
for all the intelligence my speech carried to him,
but he understood the action with which I imme
diately followed my words.

Stretching my hand toward him, I advanced
and took the armlet from his open palm, clasping
it about my arm above the elbow; smiled at him
and stood waiting. His wide mouth spread into
an answering smile, and locking one of his inter
mediary arms in mine we turned and walked back
toward his mount. At the same time he motioned
his followers to advance. They started toward us
on a wild run, but were checked by a signal from
him. Evidently he feared that were I to be really
frightened again I might jump entirely out of
the landscape.

He exchanged a few words with his men,

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motioned to me that I would ride behind one of
them, and then mounted his own animal. The
fellow designated reached down two or three
hands and lifted me up behind him on the glossy
back of his mount, where I hung on as best I
could by the belts and straps which held the
Martian's weapons and ornaments.

The entire cavalcade then turned and galloped
away toward the range of hills in the distance.

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A PRISONER

WE had gone perhaps ten miles when the
ground began to rise very rapidly. We
were, as I was later to learn, nearing the edge
of one of Mars' long dead seas, in the bottom
of which my encounter with the Martians had
taken place.

In a short time we gained the foot of the moun
tains, and after traversing a narrow gorge came
to an open valley, at the far extremity of which
was a low tableland upon which I beheld an enor
mous city. Toward this we galloped, entering it
by what appeared to be a ruined roadway leading
out from the city, but only to the edge of the table
land, where it ended abruptly in a flight of broad
steps.

Upon closer observation I saw as we passed
them that the buildings were deserted, and while
not greatly decayed had the appearance of not
having been tenanted for years, possibly for ages.
Toward the center of the city was a large plaza,

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and upon this and in the buildings immediately
surrounding it were camped some nine or ten
hundred creatures of the same breed as my cap
tors, for such I now considered them despite the
suave manner in which I had been trapped.

With the exception of their ornaments all were
naked. The women varied in appearance but
little from the men, except that their tusks were
much larger in proportion to their height, in some
instances curving nearly to their high-set ears.
Their bodies were smaller and lighter in color,
and their fingers and toes bore the rudiments of
nails, which were entirely lacking among the
males. The adult females ranged in height from
ten to twelve feet.

The children were light in color, even lighter
than the women, and all looked precisely alike to
me, except that some were taller than others ; older,
I presumed.

I saw no signs of extreme age among them,
nor is there any appreciable difference in their
appearance from the age of maturity, about
forty, until, at about the age of one thousand
years, they go voluntarily upon their last strange
pilgrimage down the river Iss, which leads no
living Martian knows whither and from whose

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bosom no Martian has ever returned, or would
be allowed to live did he return after once embark
ing upon its cold, dark waters.

Only about one Martian in a thousand dies of
sickness or disease, and possibly about twenty take
the voluntary pilgrimage. The other nine hun
dred and seventy-nine die violent deaths in duels
in hunting in aviation and in war; but perhaps
by far the greatest death loss .comes during the
age of childhood, when vast numbers of the little
Martians fall victims to the great white apes of
Mars.

The average life expectancy of a Martian after
the age of maturity is about three hundred years,
but would be nearer the one-thousand mark were
it not for the various means leading to violent
death. Owing to the waning resources of the
planet it evidently became necessary to counteract
the increasing longevity which their remarkable
skill in therapeutics and surgery produced, and so
human life has come to be considered but lightly
on Mars, as is evidenced by their dangerous sports
and the almost continual warfare between^ the
various communities.

There are other and natural causes tending
toward a diminution of population, but nothing

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contributes so greatly to this end as the fact that
no male or female Martian is ever voluntarily
without a weapon of destruction.

As we neared the plaza and my presence was
discovered we were immediately surrounded by
hundreds of the creatures who seemed anxious to
pluck me from my seat behind my guard. A word
from the leader of the party stilled their clamor,
and we proceeded at a trot across the plaza to
the entrance of as magnificent an edifice as mortal
eye has rested upon.

The building was low, but covered an enormous
area. It was constructed of gleaming white
marble inlaid with gold and brilliant stones which
sparkled and scintillated in the sunlight. The
main entrance was some hundred feet in width
and projected from the building proper to form
a huge canopy above the entrance hall. There,
was no stairway, but a gentle incline to the first
floor of the building opened into an enormous
chamber encircled by galleries.

On the floor of this chamber, which was dotted
with highly carved wooden desks and chairs, were
assembled about forty or fifty mj»le Martians
around the steps of a rostrum. On the platform
proper squatted an enormous warrior heavily

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loaded with metal ornaments, gay-colored feathers
and beautifully wrought leather trappings ingen
iously set with precious stones. From his shoul
ders depended a short cape of white fur lined
with brilliant scarlet silk.

What struck me as most remarkable about this
assemblage and the hall in which they were con
gregated was the fact that the creatures were
entirely out of proportion to the desks, chairs,
and other furnishings; these being of a size
adapted to human beings such as I, whereas the
great bulks of the Martians could scarcely have
squeezed into the chairs, nor was there room
beneath the desks for their long legs. Evidently,
then, there were other denizens on Mars than
the wild and grotesque creatures into whose hands
I had fallen, but the evidences of extreme antiquity
which showed all around me indicated that these
buildings might have belonged to some long extinct
and forgotten race in the dim antiquity of Mars.

Our party had halted at the entrance to the
building, and at a sign from the leader I had
been lowered to the ground. Again locking his
arm in mine, we had proceeded into the audience
chamber. There were few formalities observed
in approaching the Martian chieftain. My captor

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merely strode up to the rostrum, the others mak
ing way for him as he advanced. The chieftain
rose to his feet and uttered the name of my escort
who, in turn, halted and repeated the name of
the ruler followed by his title.

At the time, this ceremony and the words they
uttered meant nothing to me, but later I came to
know that this was the customary greeting between
green Martians. Had the men been strangers,
and therefore unable to exchange names, they
would have silently exchanged ornaments, had
their missions been peaceful — otherwise they
would have exchanged shots, or have fought out
their introduction with some other of their various
weapons.

My captor, whose name was Tars Tarkas, was
virtually the vice-chieftain of the community, and
a man of great ability as a statesman and warrior.
He evidently explained briefly the incidents con-
f nected with his expedition, including my capture,
and when he had concluded the chieftain addressed
me at some length.

I replied in our good old English tongue merely
to convince him that neither of us could understand
the other; but I noticed that when I smiled slightly
on concluding, he did likewise. This fact, and

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the similar occurrence during my first talk with
Tars Tarkas, convinced me that we had at least
something in common; the ability to smile, there
fore to laugh; denoting a sense of humor. But I
was to learn that the Martian smile is merely
perfunctory, and that the Martian laugh is a
thing to cause strong men to blanch in horror.

The ideas of humor among the green men of
Mars are widely at variance with our conceptions
of incitants to merriment. The death agonies of
& fellow being are, to these strange creatures, pro
vocative of the wildest hilarity, while their chief
form of commonest amusement is to inflict death
on their prisoners of war in various ingenious and
horrible ways.

The assembled warriors and chieftains exam
ined me closely, feeling my muscles and the tex
ture of my skin. The principal chieftain then
evidently signified a desire to see me perform, and,
motioning me to follow, he started with Tars
Tarkas for the open plaza.

Now, I had made no attempt to walk, since
my first signal failure, except while tightly grasp
ing Tars Tarkas' arm, and so now I went skip
ping and flitting about among the desks and chairs
like some monstrous grasshopper. After bruis-

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ing myself severely, much to the amusement of
the Martians, I again had recourse to creeping,
but this did not suit them and I was roughly jerked
to my feet by a towering fellow who had laughed
most heartily at my misfortunes.

As he banged me down upon my feet his face
was bent close to mine and I did the only thing
a gentleman might do under the circumstances of
brutality, boorishness, and lack of consideration
for a stranger's rights; I swung my fist squarely
to his jaw and he went down like a felled ox. As
he sunk to the floor I wheeled around with my
back toward the nearest desk, expecting to be
overwhelmed by the vengeance of his fellows, but
determined to give them as good a battle as the
unequal odds would permit before I gave up my
life.

My fears were groundless, however, as the
other Martians, at first struck dumb with wonder
ment, finally broke into wild peals of laughter and
applause. I did not recognize the applause as
such, but later, when I had become acquainted
with their customs, I learned that I had won what
they seldom accord, a manifestation of approba
tion.

The fellow whom I had struck lay where he had

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fallen, nor did any of his mates approach him,
Tars Tarkas advanced toward me, holding out
one of his arms, and we thus proceeded to the
plaza without further mishap. I did not, of
course, know the reason for which we had come
to the open, but I was not long in being enlightened,
They first repeated the word "sak" a number of
times, and then Tars Tarkas made several jumps,
repeating the same word before each leap; then,
turning to me, he said, "sak!" I saw what
they were after, and gathering myself togethef
1 "sakked" with such marvelous success that I
cleared a good hundred and fifty feet; nor did I,
this time, lose my equilibrium, but landed squarely
upon my feet without falling. I then returned by
easy jumps of twenty-five or thirty feet to the littlf
group of warriors.

My exhibition had been witnessed by several
hundred lesser Martians, and they immediately
broke into demands for a repetition, which the
chieftain then ordered me to make; but I was
both hungry and thirsty, and determined on the
spot that my only method of salvation was tct
demand the consideration from these creature?
which they evidently would not voluntarily accord,
I therefore ignored the repeated commands W

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"sak," and each time they were made I motioned
to my mouth and rubbed my stomach.

Tars Tarkas and the chief exchanged a few
words, and the former, calling to a young female
among the throng, gave her some instructions
and motioned me to accompany her. I grasped
her proffered arm and together we crossed the
plaza toward a large building on the far side.

My fair companion was about eight feet tall,
having just arrived at maturity, but not yet to her
full height. She was of a light olive-green color,
with a smooth, glossy hide. Her name, as I after
ward learned, was Sola, and she belonged to the
retinue of Tars Tarkas. Sh« conducted me to a
spacious chamber in one of the buildings fronting
on the plaza, and which, from the litter of silks
and furs upon the floor, I took to be the sleeping
quarters of several of the natives.

The room was well lighted by a number of
large windows and was beautifully decorated with
mural paintings and mosaics, but upon all there
seemed to rest that indefinable touch of the finger
of antiquity which convinced me that the archi
tects and builders of these wondrous creations
had nothing In common with the crude half-brutes
which now occupied them.
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Sola motioned me to be seated upon a pile of
silks near the center of the room,, and, turning,
made a peculiar hissing sound, as though signaling
to some one in an adjoining room. In response to
her call I obtained my first sight of a new Martian
wonder. It waddled in on its ten short legs, and
squatted down before the girl like an obedient
puppy. The thing was about the size of a Shetland
pony, but its head bore a slight resemblance to that
of a frog, except that the jaws were equipped with
three rows of long, sharp tusks.

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CHAPTER V

I ELUDE MY WATCH DOG

SOLA stared into the brute's wicked-looking
eyes, muttered a word or two of command,
pointed to me, and left the chamber. I could not
but wonder what this ferocious-looking monstros
ity might do when left alone in such close prox
imity to such a relatively tender morsel of meat;
but my fears were groundless, as the beast, after
surveying me intently for a moment, crossed the
room to the only exit whrch led to the street, and
lay down full length across the threshold.

This was my first experience with a Martian
watch dog, but it was destined not to be my last,
for this fellow guarded me carefully during the
time I remained a captive among these green men ;
twice saving my life, and never voluntarily being
away from me a moment.

While Sola was away I took occasion to examine
more minutely the room in which I found myself
captive. The mural painting depicted scenes of
rare and wonderful beauty: mountains, rivers,

/ ELUDE MY WATCH DOG

__-______— ^_— __________ — sx^.

lake, ocean, meadow, trees and flowers, winding
roadways, sun-kissed gardens — scenes which
might have portrayed earthly views but for the
different colorings of the vegetation. The work
had evidently been wrought by a master hand, so
subtle the atmosphere, so perfect the technique;
yet nowhere was there a representation of a living
animal, either human or brute, by which I could
guess at the likeness of these other and perhaps
extinct denizens of Mars.

While I was allowing my fancy to run riot in
wild conjecture on the possible explanation of the
strange anomalies which I had so far met with on
Mars, Sola returned bearing both food and drink.
These she placed on the floor beside me, and seat
ing herself a short ways off regarded me intently.
The food consisted of about a pound of some solid
substance of the consistency of cheese and almost
tasteless, while the liquid was apparently milk
from some animal. It was not unpleasant to the
taste, though slightly acid, and I learned in a short
time to prize it very highly. It came, as I later
discovered, not from an animal, as there is only
one mammal on Mars and that one very rare
indeed, but from a large pknt which grows prac
tically without water, but seems to distill its
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ful supply of milk from the products of the soil,
the moisture of the air, and the rays of the sun.
A single plant of this species will give eight or
ten quarts of milk per day.

After I had eaten I was greatly invigorated, but
feeling the need of rest I stretched out upon the
silks and was soon asleep. I must have slept sev
eral hours, as it was dark when I awoke, and I
was very cold. I noticed that someone had thrown
a fur over me, but it had become partially dis
lodged and in the darkness I could not see to
replace it. Suddenly a hand reached out and
pulled the fur over me, shortly afterwards adding
another to my covering.

I presumed that my watchful guardian was Sola,
nor was I wrong. This girl alone, among all the
green Martians with whom I came in contact,
disclosed characteristics of sympathy, kindliness,
and affection ; her ministrations to my bodily wants
were unfailing, and her solicitous care saved me
from much suffering and many hardships.

As I was to learn, the Martian nights are
extremely cold, and as there is practically no
twilight or dawn, the changes in temperature are
sudden and most uncomfortable, as are the tran
sitions from brilliant daylight to darkness. The

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nights are either brilliantly illumined or very dark,
for if neither of the two moons of Mars happen
to be in the sky almost total darkness results, since
the lack of atmosphere, or, rather, the very thin
atmosphere, fails to diffuse the starlight to any
great extent; on the other hand, if both of the
moons are in the heavens at night the surface of
the ground is brightly illuminated.

Both of Mars' moons are vastly nearer her than
is our moon to Earth; the nearer moon being but
about five thousand miles distant, while the fur
ther is but little more than fourteen thousand
miles away, against the nearly one-quarter million
miles which separate us from our moon. The
nearer moon of Mars makes a complete revolu
tion around the planet in a little over seven and
one-half hours, so that she may be seen hurtling
through the sky like some huge meteor two or
three times each night, revealing all her phases
during each transit of the heavens.
- The further moon revolves about Mars in some
thing over thirty and one-quarter hours, and with
her sister satellite makes a nocturnal Martian scene
one of splendid and weird grandeur. And it is
well that nature has so graciously and abundantly
lighted the Martian night, for the green men of

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Mars, being a nomadic race without high intel
lectual development, have but crude means for
artificial lighting; depending principally upon
torches, a kind of candle, and a peculiar oil lamp
which generates a gas and burns without a wick.

This last device produces an intensely brilliant
far-reaching white light, but as the natural oil
which it requires can only be obtained by mining
in one of several widely separated and remote
localities it is seldom used by these creatures
whose only thought is for today, and whose hatred
for manual labor has kept them in a semi-barbaric
state for countless ages.

After Sola had replenished my coverings I
again slept, nor did I awaken until daylight. The
other occupants of the room, five in number, were
all females, and they were still sleeping, piled
high with a motley array of silks and furs. Across
the threshold lay stretched the sleepless guardian
brute, just as I had last seen him on the preceding
day; apparently he had not moved a muscle; his,
eyes were fairly glued upon me, and I fell to won
dering just what might befall me should I endeavor
to escape.

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and
to investigate and experiment where wiser men

would have left well enough alone. It therefore
now occurred to me that the surest way of learn
ing the exact attitude of this beast toward me
would be to attempt to leave the room. I felt
fairly secure in my belief that I could escape him
should he pursue me once I was outside the build
ing, for I had begun to take great pride in my
ability as a jumper. Furthermore, I could see
from the shortness of his legs that the brute him
self was no jumper and probably no runner.

Slowly and carefully, therefore, I gained my
feet, only to see that my watcher did the same;
cautiously I advanced toward him, finding that
by moving with a shuffling gait I could retain my
balance as well as make reasonably rapid prog
ress. As I neared the brute he backed cautiously
away from me, and when I had reached the open
he moved to one side to let me pass. He then
fell in behind me and followed about ten paces
in my rear as I made my way along the deserted
street.

Evidently his mission was to protect me only,
I thought, but when we reached the edge of the
city he suddenly sprang before me, uttering strange
sounds and baring his ugly and ferocious tusks.
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I rushed toward him, and when almost upon him
sprang into the air, alighting far beyond him
and away from the city. He wheeled instantly
and charged me with the most appalling speed
I had ever beheld. I had thought his short legs
a bar to swiftness, but had he been coursing with
greyhounds the latter wou!4 have appeared as
though asleep on a door mat. As I was to learn,
this is the fleetest animal on Mars, and owing
to its intelligence, loyalty, and ferocity is used in
hunting, in war, and as the protector of the Mar
tian man.

I quickly saw that I would have difficulty in
escaping the fangs of the beast on a straightaway
course, and so I met his charge by doubling in my
tracks and leaping over him as he was almost
upon me. This maneuver gave me a considerable
advantage, and I was able to reach the city quite
a bit ahead of him, and as he came tearing after
me I jumped for a window about thirty feet from
'he ground in the face of one of the buildings over-
1 looking the valley.

Grasping the sill I pulled myself up to a sitting
posture without looking into the building, and
gazed down at the baffled animal beneath me. My
exultation was short lived, however, for scarcely

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had I gained a secure seat upon the sill than a
huge hand grasped me by the neck from behind
and dragged me violently into the room. Here
I was thrown upon my back, and beheld standing
over me a colossal ape-like creature, white and
hairless except for an enormous shock of bristly
hair upon its head.

CHAPTER VI

THE thing, which more nearly resembled our
earthly men than it did the Martians I had
seen, held me pinioned to the ground with one
huge foot, while it jabbered and gesticulated at
some answering creature behind me. This other,
which was evidently its mate, soon came toward
us, bearing a mighty stone cudgel with which it
evidently intended to brain me.

The creatures were about ten or fifteen feet tall,
standing erect, and had, like the green Martians,
an intermediary set of arms or legs, midway
between their upper and lower limbs. Their eyes
were close together and non-protruding; their ears
were high set, but more laterally located than those
of the Martians, while their snouts and teeth were
strikingly like those of our African gorilla. Alto
gether they were not unlovely when viewed in
comparison with the green Martians.

The cudgel was swinging in the arc which ended
upon my upturned face when a bolt of myriad*

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legged horror hurled itself through the doorway
full upon the breast of my executioner. With a
shriek of fear the ape which held me leaped
through the open window, but its mate closed in a
terrific death struggle with my preserver, which
was nothing less than my faithful watch-thing; I
cannot bring myself to call so hideous a creature
a dog.

As quickly as possible I gained my feet and
backing against the wall I witnessed such a battle
as it is vouchsafed few beings to see. The strength,
agility, and blind ferocity of these two creatures
is approached by nothing known to earthly man.
My beast had an advantage in his first hold, hav
ing sunk his mighty fangs far into the breast of
his adversary; but the great arms and paws of
the ape, backed by muscles far transcending those
of the Martian men I had seen, had locked the
throat of my guardian and slowly were choking
out his life, and bending back his head and neck
upon his body, where I momentarily expected the
former to fall limp at the end of a broken neck.

In accomplishing this the ape was tearing away
the entire front of its breast, which was held in
the vise-like grip of the powerful jaws. Back and
forth upon the floor they rolled, neither one emit-

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ting a sound of fear or pain. Presently I saw the
great eyes of my beast bulging completely from
their sockets and blood flowing from its nostrils.
That he was weakening perceptibly was evident,
but so also was the ape, whose struggles were
growing momentarily less.

Suddenly I came to myself and, with that strange
instinct which seems ever to prompt me to my duty,
I seized the cudgel, which had fallen to the floor
at the commencement of the battle, and swinging
it with all the power of my earthly arms I crashed
it full upon the head of the ape, crushing his skull
as though it had been an egg shell.

Scarcely had the blow descended when I was
confronted with a new danger. The ape's mate,
recovered from its first shock of terror, had
returned to the scene of the encounter by way of
,the interior of the building. I glimpsed him just
before he reached the doorway and the sight of
him, now roaring as he perceived his lifeless fellow
stretched upon the floor, and frothing at the
mouth, in the extremity of his rage, filled me, I
must confess, with dire forebodings.

I am ever willing to stand and fight when the
odds are not too overwhelmingly against me, but
in this instance I perceived neither glory nor profit

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in pitting my relatively puny strength against the
iron muscles and brutal ferocity of this enraged
denizen of an unknown world; in fact, the only
outcome of such an encounter, so far as I might
be concerned, seemed sudden death.

I was standing near the window and I knew
that once in the street I might gain the plaza and
safety before the creature could overtake me; at
least there was a chance for safety in flight, against
almost certain death should I remain and fight
however desperately.

It is true I held the cudgel, but what could I do
with it against his four great arms ? Even should
I break one of them with my first blow, for I
figured that he would attempt to ward off the
cudgel, he could reach out and annihilate me with
the others before I could recover for a second
attack.

In the instant that these thoughts passed
through my mind I had turned to make for the
window, but my eyes alighting on the form of my
erstwhile guardian threw all thoughts of flight to
the four winds. He lay gasping upon the floor
of the chamber, his great eyes fastened upon me
in what seemed a pitiful appeal for protection.
I could not withstand that look, nor could I, on

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second thought, have deserted my rescuer without
giving as good an account of myself in his behalf
as he had in mine.

Without more ado, therefore, I turned to meet
the charge of the infuriated bull ape. He was now
too close upon me for the cudgel to prove of any
effective assistance, so I merely threw it as heavily
as I could at his advancing bulk. It struck him
just below the knees, eliciting a howl of pain and
rage, and so throwing him off his balance that he
lunged full upon me with arms wide stretched to
ease his fall.

Again, as on the preceding day, I had recourse
to earthly tactics, and swinging my right fist full
upon the point of his chin I followed it with a
smashing left to the pit of his stomach. The effect
was marvelous, for, as I lightly side-stepped, after
delivering the second blow, he reeled and fell upon
the floor doubled up with pain and gasping for
wind. Leaping over his prostrate body, I seized
the cudgel and finished the monster before he
could regain his feet.

As I delivered the blow a low laugh rang out
behind me, and, turning, I beheld Tars Tarkas,
Sola, and three or four warriors standing in the
doorway of the chamber. As my eyes met theirs

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I was, for the second time, the recipient of their
zealously guarded applause.

My absence had been noted by Sola on her
awakening, and she had quickly informed Tars
Tarkas, who had set out immediately with a hand
ful of warriors to search for me. As they had
approached the limits of the city they had wit
nessed the actions of the bull ape as he bolted
into the building, frothing with rage.

They had followed immediately behind him,
thinking it barely possible that his actions might
prove a clew to my whereabouts, and had wit
nessed my short but decisive battle with him. This
encounter, together with my set-to with the Mar
tian warrior on the previous day and my feats of
jumping placed me upon a high pinnacle in their
regard. Evidently devoid of all the finer senti
ments of friendship, love, or affection, these people
fairly worship physical prowess and bravery, and
nothing is too good for the object of their adora
tion as long as he maintains his position by
repeated examples of his skill, strength, and cour
age. t

Sola, who had accompanied the searching party
of her own volition, was the only one of the Mar
tians whose face had not been twisted in laughter

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as I batded for my life. She, on the contrary,
was sober with apparent solicitude and, as soon
as I had finished the monster, rushed to me and
carefully examined my body for possible wounds
or injuries. Satisfying herself that I had come off
unscathed she smiled quietly, and, taking my hand,
started toward the door of the chamber.

Tars Tarkas and the other warriors had entered
and were standing over the now rapidly reviving
brute which had saved my life, and whose life I,
in turn, had rescued. They seemed to be deep in
argument, and finally one of them addressed me,
but remembering my ignorance of his language
turned back to Tars Tarkas, who, with a word
and gesture, gave some command to the fellow
and turned to follow us from the room.

There seemed something menacing in their atti
tude toward my beast, and I hesitated to leave
until I had learned the outcome. It was well I
did so, for the warrior drew an evil-looking pistol
from its holster and was on the point of putting
an end to the creature when I sprang forward and
struck up his arm. The bullet striking the wooden
casing of the window exploded, blowing a hole
completely through the wood and masonry.

I then knelt down beside the fearsome looking

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thing, and raising it to its feet motioned for it to
follow me. The looks of surprise which my actions
elicited from the Martians were ludicrous; they
could not understand, except in a feeble and child
ish way, such attributes as gratitude and compas
sion. The warrior whose gun I had struck up
looked inquiringly at Tars Tarkas, but the latter
signed that I be left to my own devices, and so
we returned to the plaza with my great beast fol
lowing close at heel, and Sola grasping me tightly
by the arm.

I had at least two friends on Mars; a young
woman who watched over me with motherly solic
itude, and a dumb brute which, as I later came to
know, held in its poor ugly carcass more love,
more loyalty, more gratitude than could have been
found in the entire five million green Martians
who rove the deserted cities and dead sea bottoms
of Mars.

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CHILD-RAISING ON MARS

AFTER a breakfast, .which was an exact
replica of the meal of the preceding day
and an index of practically every meal which fol
lowed while I was with the green men of Mars,
Sola escorted me to the plaza, where I found the
entire community engaged in watching or helping
at the harnessing of huge mastodonian animals to
great three-wheeled chariots1. There were about
two hundred and fifty of these vehicles, each
drawn by a single animal, any one of which, from
their appearance, might easily have drawn the
entire wagon train when fully loaded.

The chariots themselves were large, commo
dious, and gorgeously decorated. In each was
seated a female Martian loaded with ornaments
of metal, with jewels and silks and furs, and upon
the back of each of the beasts which drew the
chariots was perched a young Martian driver. Like
the animals upon which the warriors were
mounted, the heavier draft animals wore neither

CHILD-RAISING ON MARS

bit nor bridle, but were guided entirely by tel
epathic means.

This power is wonderfully developed in all
Martians, and accounts largely for the simplicity
of their language and the relatively few spoken
words exchanged even in long conversations. It
is the universal language of Mars, through the
medium of which the higher and lower animals of
this world of paradoxes are able to communicate
to a greater or less extent, depending upon the
intellectual sphere of the species and the develop
ment of the individual.

As the cavalcade took up the line of march in
single file, Sola dragged me into an empty chariot
and we proceeded with the procession toward the
point by which I had entered the city the day
before. At the head of the caravan rode some two
hundred warriors, five abreast, and a like number
brought up the rear, while twenty-five or thirty
outriders flanked us on either side.

Every one but myself — men, women, and chil»
dren — were heavily armed, and at the tail of
each chariot trotted a Martian hound, my own
beast following closely behind ours; in fact, the
faithful creature never left me voluntarily during
the entire ten years I spent on Mars. Our way
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led out across the little valley before the city,
through the hills, and down into the dead sea bot
tom which I had traversed on my journey from
the incubator to the plaza. The incubator, as it
proved, was the terminal point of our journey this
day, and, as the entire cavalcade broke into a mad
gallop as soon as we reached the level expanse of
sea bottom, we were soon within sight of our
goal.

On reaching it the chariots were parked with
military precision on the four sides of the enclos
ure, and half a score of warriors, headed by the
enormous chieftain, and including Tars Tarkas
and several other lesser chiefs, dismounted and
advanced toward it. I could see Tars Tarkas
explaining something to the principal chieftain,
whose name, by the way, was, as nearly as I can
translate it into English, Lorquas Ptomel, Jed;
jed being his title.

I was soon appraised of the subject of their con
versation, as, calling to Sola, Tars Tarkas signed
for her to send me to him. I had by this time
mastered the intricacies of walking under Mar
tian conditions, and quickly responding to his com
mand I advanced to the side of the incubator
where the warriors stood.

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As I reached their side a glance showed me
that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incu
bator being fairly alive with the hideous little
devils. They ranged in height from three to
four feet, and were moving restlessly about the
enclosure as though searching for food.

As I came to a halt before him, Tars Tarkas
pointed over the incubator and said, "sak." I
saw that he wanted me to repeat my performance
of yesterday for the edification of Lorquas Ptomel,
and, as I must confess that my prowess gave me
no little satisfaction, I responded quickly, leaping
entirely over the parked chariots on the far side of
the incubator. As I returned, Lorquas Ptomel
grunted something at me, and turning to his war
riors gave a few words of command relative to
the incubator. They paid no further attention to
me and I was thus permitted to remain close and
watch their operations, which consisted in break
ing an opening in the wall of the incubator large
enough to permit of the exit of the young
Martians.

On either side of this opening the women and
the younger Martians, both male and female,
formed two solid walls leading out through the
chariots and quite away into the plain beyond,

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Between these walls the little Martians scampered,
wild as deer; being permitted to run the full length
of the aisle, where they were captured one at a
time by the women and older children ; the last in
the line capturing the first little one to reach the
end of the gauntlet, her opposite in the line cap
turing the second, and so on until all the little
fellows had left the enclosure and been appro
priated by some youth or female. As the women
caught the young they fell out of line and returned
to their respective chariots, while those who fell
into the hands of the young men were later turned
over to some of the women.

I saw that the ceremony, if it could be dignified
by such a name, was over, and seeking out Sola
I found her in our chariot with a hideous little
creature held tightly in her arms.

The work of rearing young, green Martians
consists solely in teaching them to talk, and to
use the weapons of warfare with which they are
loaded down from the very first year of their lives.
Coming from eggs in which they have lain for
five years, the period of incubation, they step forth
into the world perfectly developed except in size.
Entirely unknown to their own mothers, who, in
turn, would have difficulty in pointing out the
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fathers with any degree of accuracy, they are the
common children of the community, and their edu
cation devolves upon the females who chance to
capture them as they leave the incubator.

Their foster mothers may not even have had
an egg in the incubator, as was the case with Sola,
who had not commenced to lay, until less than a
year before she became the mother of another
woman's offspring. But this counts for little
among the green Martians, as parental and filial
love is as unknown to them as it is common among
us. I believe this horrible system which has been
carried on for ages is the direct cause of the loss
of all the finer feelings and higher humanitarian
instincts among these poor creatures. From birth
they know no father or mother love, they know
not the meaning of the word home ; they are taught
that they are only suffered to live until they can
demonstrate by their physique and ferocity that
they are fit to live. Should they prove deformed
or defective in any way they are promptly shot;
nor do they see a tear shed for a single one of the
many cruel hardships they pass through from
earliest infancy.

I do not mean that the adult Martians are
unnecessarily or intentionally cruel to the young,

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but theirs is a hard and pitiless struggle for exist
ence upon a dying planet, the natural resources of
which have dwindled to a point where the support
of each additional life means an added tax upon
the community into which it is thrown.

By careful selection they rear only the hardiest
specimens of each species, and with almost super
natural foresight they regulate the birth rate to
merely offset the loss by death. Each adult Mar
tian female brings forth about thirteen eggs each
year, and those which meet the size, weight, and
specific gravity tests are hidden in the recesses of
some subterranean vault where the temperature is
too low for incubation. Every year these eggs
are carefully examined by a council of twenty
chieftains, and all but about one hundred of the
most perfect are destroyed out of each yearly
supply. At the end of five years about five hun
dred almost perfect eggs have been chosen from
the thousands brought forth. These are then
placed in the almost air-tight incubators to be
hatched by the sun's rays after a period of another
five years. The hatching which we had witnessed
today was a fairly representative event of its kind,
all but about one per cent of the eggs hatching in
two days. If the remaining eggs ever batched we
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knew nothing of the fate of the little Martians.
They were not wanted, as their offspring might
inherit and transmit the tendency to prolonged
incubation, and thus upset the system which has
maintained for ages and which permits the adult
Martians to figure the proper time for return to
the incubators, almost to an hour.

The incubators are built in remote fastnesses,
where there is little or no likelihood of their being
discovered by other tribes. The result of such a
catastrophe would mean no children in the commu
nity for another five years. I was later to wit
ness the results of the discovery of an alien incu
bator.

The community of which the green Martians
with whom my lot was cast formed a part was
composed of some thirty thousand souls. They
roamed an enormous tract of arid and semi-arid
land between forty and eighty degrees south lati
tude, and bounded on the east and west by two
large fertile tracts. Their headquarters lay in
the southwest corner of this district, near the cross
ing of two of the so-called Martian canals.

As the incubator had been placed far north of
their own territory in a supposedly uninhabited
and unfrequented area, we had before us a tre-

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mendous journey, concerning which I, of course,
knew nothing.

After our return to the dead city I passed sev
eral days in comparative idleness. On the day fol
lowing our return all the warriors had ridden forth
early in the morning and had not returned until
just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they
had been to the subterranean vaults in which the
eggs were kept and had transported them to the
incubator, which they had then walled up for
another five years, and which, in all probability,
would not be visited again during that period.

The vaults which hid the eggs until they were
ready for the incubator were located many miles
south of the incubator, and would be visited yearly
by the council of twenty chieftains. Why they did
not arrange to build% their vaults and incubators
nearer home has always been a mystery to me, and,
like many other Martian mysteries, unsolved and
unsolvable by earthly reasoning and customs.

Sola's duties were now doubled, as she was com
pelled to care for the young Martian as well as
for me, but neither one of us required much atten
tion, and as we were both about equally advanced
in Martian education, Sola took it upon herself to
train us together.

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Her prize consisted in a male about four feet
tall, very strong and physically perfect; also, he
learned quickly, and we had considerable amuse
ment, at least I did, over the keen rivalry we dis
played. The Martian language, as I have said,
is extremely simple, and in a week I could make
all my wants known and understand nearly every
thing that was said to me. Likewise, under Sola's
tutelage, I developed my telepathic powers so that
I shortly could sense practically everything that
went on around me.

What surprised Sola most in me was that while
I could catch telepathic messages easily from
others, and often when they were not intended for
me, no one could read a jot from my mind under
any circumstances. At first this vexed me, but
later I was very glad of it, as it gave me an
undoubted advantage over the Martians.

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third day after the incubator ceremony
JL we set forth toward home, bat scarcely had
the Head of the procession debouched into the
open ground before the city than orders were
given for an immediate and hasty return. As
though trained for years in this particular evolu
tion, the green Martians melted like mist into
the spacious doorways of the near-by buildings,
until, in less than three minutes, the entire caval
cade of chariots, mastodons and mounted warriors
was nowhere to be seen.

Sola and I had entered a building upon the
front of the <nty, in fact, the same one in which
I had had my encounter with the apes, and, wish
ing to see what had caused the sudden retreat, I
mounted to an upper floor and peered from the
window out over the valley and the hills beyond ;
and there I saw the cause of their sudden scurry
ing to cover. A huge craft, long, low, and gray
painted, swung slowly over the crest of the nearest

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hill. Following it came another, and another, and
another, until twenty of them, swinging low above
the ground, sailed slowly and majestically toward
us.

Each carried a strange banner swung from stem
to stern above the upper works, and upon the prow
of each was painted some odd device that gleamed
in the sunlight and showed plainly even at the
distance at whicfi we were from the vessels. I
could see figures crowding the forward decks and
upper works of the air craft. Whether they had
discovered us or simply were looking at the
deserted city I could not say, but in any event
they received a rude reception, for suddenly and
without warning the green Martian warriors fired
a terrific volley from the windows of the buildings
facing the little valley across which the great ships
were so peacefully advancing.

Instantly the scene changed as by magic; the
foremost vessel swung broadside toward us, and
bringing her guns into play returned our fire, at
the same time moving parallel to our front for a
short distance and then turning back with the evi
dent intention of completing a great circle which
would bring her up to position once more opposite
our firing line ; the other vessels followed in her

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wake, each one opening upon us as she swung into
position. Our own fire never diminished, and I
doubt if twenty-five per cent of our shots went
wild. It had never been given me to see such
deadly accuracy of aim, and it seamed as though
a little figure on one of the craft dropped at the
explosion of each bullet, while the banners and
upper works dissolved in spurts of flame as the
irresistible projectiles of our warriors mowed
thrpugh them.

The fire from the vessels was most ineffectual,
owing, as I afterward learned, to the unexpected
suddenness of the first volley, which caught the
ship's crews entirely unprepared and the sighting
apparatus of the guns unprotected from the deadly
aim of our warriors.

It seems that each green warrior has certain
objective points for his fire under relatively iden
tical circumstances of warfare. For example, a
proportion of them, always the best marksmen,
direct their fire entirely upon the wireless finding
and sighting apparatus of the big guns of an
attacking naval force; another detail attends to
the smaller guns in the same way; others pick off
the gunners ; still others the officers ; while certain
other quotas concentrate their attention upon the

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other members of the crew, upon the upper works,
and upon the steering gear and propellers.

Twenty minutes after the first volley the great
fleet swung trailing off in the direction from which
it had first appeared. Several of the craft were
limping perceptibly, and seemed but barely under
the control of their depleted crews. Their fire
had ceased entirely and all their energies seemed
focused upon escape. Our warriors then rushed
up to the roofs of the buildings whkh we occupied
and followed the retreating armada with a con
tinuous fusillade of deadly fire.

One by one, however, the ships managed to dip
below the crests of the outlying hills until only one
barely moving craft was in sight This had
received the brunt of our fire and seemed to be
entirely unmanned, as not a moving figure was
visible upon her decks. Slowly she swung from
her course, circling back toward us in an erratic
and pitiful manner. Instantly the warriors ceased
firing, for it was quite apparent that the vessel
was entirely helpless, and, far from being in a
position to inflict harm upon us, she could not even
control herself sufficiently to escape.

As she neared the city the warriors rushed out
upon the plain to meet her, but it was evident that
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she still was too high for them to hope to reach
Eer decks. From my vantage point in the window
I could see the bodies of her crew strewn about,
although I could not make out what manner of
creatures they might be. Not a sign of life was
manifest upon her as she drifted slowly with the
light breeze in a southeasterly direction.

She was drifting some fifty feet above the
ground, followed by all but some hundred of the
warriors who had been ordered back to the roofs
to cover the possibility of a return of the fleet, or
of reinforcements. It soon became evident that
she would strike the face of the buildings about
a mile south of our position, and as I watched
the progress of the chase I saw a number of war
riors gallop ahead, dismount and enter the build
ing she seemed destined to touch.

As the craft neared the building, and just before
she struck, the Martian warriors swarmed upon
her from the windows, and with their great spears
eased the shock of the collision, and in a few
moments they had thrown out grappling hooks and
the big boat was being hauled to ground by their
fellows below.

After making her fast, they swarmed the sides
and searched the vessel from stem to stern. I
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could see them examining the dead sailors, e>i-
dently for signs of life, and presently a party of
them appeared from below dragging a little figure
among them. The creature was considerably less
than half as tall as the green Martian warriors,
and from my balcony I could see that it walked
erect upon two legs and surmised that it was some
new and strange Martian monstrosity with which
I had not as yet become acquainted.

They removed their prisoner to the ground and
then commenced a systematic rifling of the vessel.
This operation required several hours, during
which time a number of the chariots were requisi
tioned to transport the loot, which consisted in
arms, ammunition, silks, furs, jewels, strangely
carved stone vessels, and a quantity of solid foods
and liquids, including many casks of water, the
first I had seen since my advent upon Mars.

After the last load had been removed the war
riors made lines fast to the craft and towed her
far out into the valley in a southwesterly direction.
A few of them then boarded her and were busily
engaged in what appeared, from my distant posi
tion, as the emptying of the contents of various
carboys upon the dead bodies of the sailors and
over the decks and works of the vessel.

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This operation concluded, they hastily clam
bered over her sides, sliding down the guy ropes to
the ground. The last warrior to leave the deck
turned and threw something back upon the vessel,
waiting an instant to note the outcome of his act.
As a faint spurt of flame rose from the point
where the missile struck he swung over the side
and was quickly upon the ground. Scarcely had
he alighted than the guy ropes were simultaneously
released, and the great warship, lightened by the
removal of the loot, soared majestically into the
air, her decks and upper works a mass of roaring
flames.

Slowly she drifted to the southeast, rising higher
and higher as the flames ate away her wooden
parts and diminished the weight upon her. Ascend
ing to the roof of the building I watched her for
hours, until finally she was lost in the dim vistas
of the distance. The sight was awe-inspiring in
the extreme as one contemplated this mighty float
ing funeral pyre, drifting unguided and unmanned
through the lonely wastes of the Martian heavens;
a derelict of death and destruction, typifying the
life story of these strange and ferocious creatures
into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it.

Much depressed, and, to me, unaccountably so,

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I slowly descended to the street. The scene I had
witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihi
lation of the forces of a kindred people, rather
than the routing by our green warriors of a horde
of similar, though unfriendly, creatures. I could
not fathom the seeming hallucination, nor could
I free myself from it; but somewhere in the inner
most recesses of my soul I felt a strange yearning
toward these unknown foemen, and a mighty hope
surged through me that the fleet would return and
demand a reckoning from the green warriors who
had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it.

Close at my heel, in his now accustomed place,
followed Woola, the hound, and as I emerged
upon the street Sola rushed up to me as though
I had been the object of some search on her part.
The cavalcade was returning to the plaza, the
homeward march having been ghrea up for that
day; nor, in fact, was it recommenced for more
than a week, owing to the fear of a return attack
by the air craft

Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior
to be caught upon the open plains with a caravan
of chariots and children, and so we remained at
the deserted city until the danger seemed passed.

As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my

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eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge
of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression,
and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief
and happiness; for just as we neared the throng
of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner
from the battle craft who was being roughly
dragged into a near-by building by a couple of
green Martian females.

And the sight which met my eyes was that of a
slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to
the earthly women of my past life. She did not
see me at first, but just as she was disappearing
through the portal of the building which was to be
her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her
face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her
every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her
eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted
by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught
loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her
skin was of a light reddish copper color, against
which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby
of her beautifully molded lips shone with a
strangely enhancing effect.

She was as destitute of clothes as the green
Martians who accompanied her; indeed, save for
her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely
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naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the
beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.

As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide
in astonishment, and she made a little sign with
her free hand; a sign which I did not, of course,
understand. Just a moment we gazed upon each
other, and then the look of hope and renewed
courage which had glorified her face as she dis
covered me, faded into one of utter dejection,
mingled with loathing and contempt. I realized
I had not answered her signal, and ignorant as I
was of Martian customs, I intuitively felt that she
had made an appeal for succor and protection
which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented
me from answering. 'And then she was dragged
out of my sight into the depths of the deserted
edifice.

CHAPTER IX

I LEARN THE LANGUAGE

AS I came back to myself I glanced at Sola,
./A. who had witnessed this encounter and I was
surprised to note a strange expression upon her
usually expressionless countenance. What her
thoughts were I did not know, for as yet I had
learned but little of the Martian tongue; enough
only to suffice for my daily needs.

As I reached the doorway of our building a
strange surprise awaited me. A warrior ap
proached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full
accouterments of his kind. These he presented
to me with a few unintelligible words, and a bear
ing at once respectful and menacing.

Later, Sola, with the aid of several of the other
women, remodeled the trappings to fit my lesser
proportions, and after they completed the work
I went about garbed in all the panoply of war.

From then on Sola instructed me in the mys
teries of the various weapons, and with the Mar
tian young I spent several hours each day prac-

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ticing upon the plaza. I was not yet proficient
with all the weapons, but my great familiarity
with similar earthly weapons made me an unusually
apt pupil, and I progressed in a very satisfactory
manner.

The training of myself and the young Martians
was conducted solely by the women, who not only
attend to the education of the young in the arts
of individual defense and offense, but are also the
artisans who produce every manufactured article
wrought by the green Martians. They make the
powder, the cartridges, the fire arms ; in fact every
thing of value is produced by the females. In
time of actual warfare they form a part of the
reserves, and when the necessity arises fight with
even greater intelligence and ferocity than the
men.

The men are trained in the higher branches of
the art of war; in strategy and the maneuvering
of large bodies of troops. They make the laws
as they are needed; a new law for each emergency,,
They are unfettered by precedent in the admin«
istration of justice. Customs have been handed
down by ages of repetition, but the punishment
for ignoring a custom rs a matter for individual
treatment by a jury of the culprit's peers, and I

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may say that justice seldom misses fire, but seems
rather to rule in inverse ratio to the ascendency
of law. In one respect at least the Martians are
a happy people ; they have no lawyers.

I did not see the prisoner again for several days
subsequent to our first encounter, and then only
to catch a fleeting glimpse of her as she was being
conducted to the great audience chamber where
I had had my first meeting with Lorquas Ptomel.
I could not but note the unnecessary harshness and
brutality with which her guards treated her; so
different from the almost maternal kindliness
which Sola manifested toward me, and the respect
ful attitude of the few green Martians who took
the trouble to notice me at all.

I had observed on the two occasions when I had
seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with
her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke,
or at least could make themselves understood by
a common language. With this added incentive
I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities
to hasten on my education, and within a few more
days I had mastered the Martian tongue suffi
ciently well to enable me to carry on a passable
conversation and to fully understand practically
all that I heard.

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At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied
by three or four females and a couple of the
recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youth
ful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After
they had retired for the night it was customary
for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation
for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and
now that I could understand their language I was
always a keen listener, although I never proffered
any remarks myself.

On the night following the prisoner's visit to
the audience chamber the conversation finally fell
upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant.
I had feared to question Sola relative to the beau
tiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange
expression I had noted upon her face after my first
encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted
jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things
by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer
to affect indifference in the matter until I learned
more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of
my solicitude.

Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared
our domicile, had been present at the audience as
one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her
the questioners turned.

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"When," asked one of the women, "will wr
enjoy the death throes of the red one? or does
Lorquas Ptomel, Jed, intend holding her for
ransom?"

" They have decided to carry her with us back
to Thark, and exhibit her last agonies at the great
games before Tal Hajus," replied Sarkoja.

"What will be the manner of her going out?"
inquired Sola. " She is very small and very beau
tiful; I had hoped that they would hold her for

ransom."

Sarkoja and the other women grunted angrily
at this evidence of weakness on the part of Sola.

" It is sad, Sola, that you were not born a mil
lion years ago," snapped Sarkoja, "when all the
hollows of the land were filled with water, and the
peoples were as soft as the stuff they sailed upon.
In our day we have progressed to a point where
such sentiments mark weakness and atavism. It
will not be well for you to permit Tars Tarkas to
learn that you hold such degenerate sentiments, as
I doubt that he would care to entrust such as you
with the grave responsibilities of maternity."

"I see nothing wrong with my expression of
interest in this red woman," retorted Sola. " She
has never harmed us, nor would she should we
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have fallen into her hands. It is only the men
of her kind who war upon us, and I have ever
thought that their attitude toward us is but the
reflection of ours toward them. They live at peace
with all their fellows, except when duty calls upon
them to make war, while we are at peace with
none; forever warring among our own kind as well
as upon the red men, and even in our own com
munities the individuals fight amongst themselves.
Oh, it is one continual, awful period of blood
shed from the time we break the shell until we
gladly embrace the bosom of the river of mystery,
the dark and ancient Iss which carries us to an
unknown, but at least no more frightful and ter
rible existence ! Fortunate indeed is he who meets
his end in an early death. Say what you please to
^Tars Tarkas, he can mete out no worse fate to
me than a continuation of the horrible existence
we are forced to lead in this life."

This wild outbreak on the part of Sola so greatly
surprised and shocked the other women, that,
after a few words of general reprimand, they all
lapsed into silence and were soon asleep. One
thing the episode had accomplished was to assure
me of Sola's friendliness toward the poor girl, and
also to convince me that I had been extremely

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fortunate in falling into her hands rather than
those of some of the other females. I knew that
she was fond of me, and now that I had discovered
that she hated cruelty and barbarity I was confi
dent that I could depend upon her to aid me and
the girl captive to escape, provided of course that
such a thing was within the range of possibilities.

I did not even know that there were any better
conditions to escape to, but I was more than willing
to take my chances among people fashioned after
my own mold rather than to remain longer among
the hideous and bloodthirsty green men of Mars.
But where to go, and how, was as much of a puzzle
to me as the age old search for the spring of
eternal life has been to earthly men since the begin
ning of time.

I decided that at the first opportunity I would
take Sola into my confidence and openly ask her
to aid me, and with this resolution strong upon
me I turned among my silks and furs and slept
the dreamless and refreshing sleep of Mars.

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CHAPTER X

CHAMPION AND CHIEF

ARLY the next morning I was astir. Con
siderable freedom was allowed me, as Sola
had informed me that so long as I did not attempt
to leave the city I was free to go and come as I
pleased. She had warned me, however, against
venturing forth unarmed, as this city, like all other
deserted metropolises of an ancient Martian
civilization, was peopled by the great white apes
of my second day's adventure.

In advising me that I must not leave the boun
daries of the city Sola had explained that Woola
would prevent this anyway should I attempt it, and
she warned me most urgently not to arouse his
fierce nature by ignoring his warnings should I
venture too close to the forbidden territory. His
nature was such, she said, that he would bring me
back into the city dead or alive should I persist
in opposing him; "preferably dead," she added.

On this morning I had chosen a new street to
explore when suddenly I found myself at the

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limits of the city. Before me were low hills pierceA
by narrow and inviting ravines. I longed to
explore the country before me, and, like the pioneer
stock from which I sprang, to view what the land
scape beyond the encircling hills might disclose
from the summits which shut out my view.

It also occurred to me that this would prove
an excellent opportunity to test the qualities of
Woola, I was convinced that the brute loved
me; I had seen more evidences of affection in him
than in any other Martian animal, man or beast,
and I was sure that gratitude for the acts that had
twice saved his life would more than outweigh
his loyalty to the duty imposed upon him by cruel
and loveless masters.

As I approached the boundary line Woola ran
anxiously before me, and thrust his body against
my legs. His expression was pleading rather than
ferocious, nor did he bare his great tusks or utter
his fearful guttural warnings. Denied the friend
ship and companionship of my kind, I had devel
oped considerable affection for Woola and Sola,
for the normal earthly man must have some outlet
for his natural affections, and so I decided upon
an appeal to a like instinct in this great brute, sure
that I would not be disappointed.

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I had never petted nor fondled him, but now I
sat upon the ground and putting my arms around
his heavy neck I stroked and coaxed him, talking
in my newly acquired Martian tongue as I would
have to my hound at home, as I would have talked
to any other friend among the lower animals. His
response to my manifestation of affection was
remarkable to a degree; he stretched his great
mouth to its full width, baring the entire expanse
of his upper rows of tusks and wrinkling his snout
until his great eyes were almost hidden by the folds
of flesh. If you have ever seen a collie smile you
may have some idea of Woola's facial distortion.

He threw himself upon his back and fairly wal
lowed at my feet; jumped up and sprang upon
me, rolling me upon the ground by his great
weight; then wriggling and squirming around me
like a playful puppy presenting its back for the
petting it craves. I could not resist the ludicrous-
ness of the spectacle, and holding my sides I rocked
back and forth in the first laughter which had
passed my lips in many days; the first, in fact,
since the morning Powell had left camp when his
horse, long unused, had precipitately and unex
pectedly bucked him off headforemost into a pot of
frijoles.

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My laughter frightened Woola, his antics
ceased and he crawled pitifully toward me, poking
his ugly head far into my lap; and then I remem
bered what laughter signified on Mars — torture,
suffering, death. Quieting myself, I rubbed the
poor old fellow's head and back, talked to him
for a few minutes, and then in an authoritative
tone commanded him to follow me, and arising
started for the hills.

There was no further question of authority
between us; Woola was my devoted slave from
that moment hence, and I his only and undisputed
master. My walk to the hills occupied but a few
minutes, and I found nothing of particular interest
to reward me. Numerous brilliantly colored and
strangely formed wild flowers dotted the ravines
and from the summit of the first hill I saw still
other hills stretching off toward the north, and
rising, one range above another, until lost in moun
tains of quite respectable dimensions; though I
afterward found that only a few peaks on all Mars
exceed four thousand feet in height; the suggestion
of magnitude was merely relative.

My morning's walk had been large with impor
tance to me for it had resulted in a perfect under
standing with Woola, upon whom Tars Tarkas

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relied for my safe keeping. I now knew that while
theoretically a prisoner I was virtually free, and
I hastened to regain the city limits before the
defection of Woola could be discovered by his
erstwhile masters. The adventure decided me
never again to leave the limits of my prescribed
stamping grounds until I was ready to venture
forth for good and all, as it would certainly result
in a curtailment of my liberties^ as well as the
probable death of Woola, were we to be dis
covered.

On regaining the plaza I had my third glimpse
of the captive girl. She was standing with her
guards before the entrance to the audience
chamber, and as I approached she gave me one
haughty glance and turned her back full upon me.
The act was so womanly, so earthly womanly,
that though it stung my pride it also warmed my
heart with a feeling of companionship ; it was good
to know that some one else on Mars beside myself
had human instincts of a civilized order, even
though the manifestation of them was so painful
and mortifying.

Had a green Martian woman desired to show
dislike or contempt she would, in all likelihood,
have done it with a sword thrust or a movement

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of her trigger finger; but as their sentiments are
mostly atrophied it would have required a serious
injury to have aroused such passions in them.
Sola, let me add, was an exception; I never saw
her perform a cruel or uncouth act, or fail in uni
form kindliness and good nature. She was indeed,
a.s her fellow Martian had said of her, an atavism ;
a dear and precious reversion to a former type
of loved and loving ancestor.

Seeing that the prisoner seemed the center of
attraction I halted to view the proceedings. I
had not long to wait for presently Lorquas Ptomel
and his retinue of chieftains approached the build
ing and, signing the guards to follow with the
prisoner, entered the audience chamber. Realiz
ing that I was a somewhat favored character, and
also convinced that the warriors did not know of
my proficiency in their language, as I had plead
with Sola to keep this a secret on the grounds that
I did not wish to be forced to talk with the men
until I had perfectly mastered the Martian tongue,
I chanced an attempt to enter the audience
chamber and listen to the proceedings.

The council squatted upon the steps of the ros
trum, while below them stood the prisoner and
her two guards. I saw that one of the women

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was Sarkoja, and thus understood how she had
been present at the hearing of the preceding day,
the results of which she had reported to the occu
pants of our dormitory last night. Her attitude
toward the captive was most harsh and brutal.
When she held her, she sunk her rudimentary nails
into the poor girl's flesh, or twisted her arm in
a most painful manner. When it was necessary
to move from one spot to another she either jerked
her roughly, or pushed her headlong b'efore her.
She seemed to be venting upon this poor defense
less creature all the hatred, cruelty, ferocity, and
spite of her nine hundred years, backed by unguess-
able ages of fierce and brutal ancestors.

The other woman was less cruel because she
was entirely indifferent; if the prisoner "had been
left to her alone* and fortunately she was at night,
she would have received no harsh treatment, nor,
by the same token would she have received any
attention at all.

As Lorquas Ptomel raised his eyes to address
the prisoner they fell on me and he turned to Tars
Tarkas with a word, and gesture of rmpatience.
Tars Tarkas made some reply which I could not
catch, but which caused Lorquas Ptomel to smile :
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" What is your name? " asked Lorquas Ptomel,
addressing the prisoner.

"Dejah Thoris, daughter of Mors Kajak of
Helium."

"And the nature of your expedition?" He con
tinued.

"It was a purely scientific research party sent
out by my father's father, the Jeddak of Helium,
to rechart the air currents, and to take atmospheric
density tests," replied the fair prisoner, in a low,
well modulated voice.

"We were unprepared for battle," she con
tinued, " as we were on a peaceful mission, as our
banners and the colors of our craft denoted. The
work we were doing was as much in your interests
as in ours, for you know full well that were it not
for our labors and the fruits of our scientific
operations there would not be enough air or water
on Mars to support a single human life. For ages
we have maintained the air and water supply at
practically the same point without an appreciable
loss, and we have done this in the face of the
brutal and ignorant interference of you green men.

"Why, oh, why will you not learn to live in
amity with your fellows, must you ever go on
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above the plane of the dumb brutes that serve you !
A people without written language, without art,
without homes, without love ; the victims of eons
of the horrible community idea. Owning every
thing in common, even to your women and chil
dren, has resulted in your owning nothing in
common. You hate each other as you hate all else
except yourselves. Come back to the ways of our
common ancestors, come back to the light of kind
liness and fellowship. The way is open to you,
you will find the hands of the red men stretched
out to aid you. Together we may do still more
to regenerate our dying planet. The grand
daughter of the greatest and mightiest of the red
jeddaks has asked you. Will you come?"

Lorquas Ptomel and the warriors sat looking
silently and intently at the young woman for sev
eral moments after she had ceased speaking.
What was passing in their minds no man may
know, but that they were moved I truly believe,
and if one man high among them had been strong
enough to rise above custom, that moment would
have marked a new and mighty era for Mars.

I saw Tars Tarkas rise to speak, and on his
face was such an expression as I had never seen
upon the countenance of a green Martian warrior.
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1$ bespoke an inward and mighty battle with self,
with heredity, with age-old custom, and as he
opened his mouth to speak, a look almost of
benignity, of kindliness, momentarily lighted up
his fierce and terrible countenance.

What words of moment were to have fallen
from his lips were never spoken, as just then a
young warrior, evidently sensing the trend of
thought among the older men, leaped down from
the steps of the rostrum, and striking the frail
captive a powerful blow across the face, which
felled her to the floor, placed his foot upon her
prostrate form and turning toward the assembled
council broke into peals of horrid, mirthless
laughter.

For an instant I thought Tars Tarkas would
strike him dead, nor did the aspect of Lorquas
Ptomel augur any too favorably for the brute,
but the mood passed, their old selves reasserted
their ascendency, and they smiled. It was por
tentous however that they did not laugh aloud, for
the brute's act constituted a side-splitting witticism
according to the ethics which rule green Martian
humor.

That I have taken moments to write down a
part of what occurred as that blow fell does not

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signify that I ^remained inactive for any such
length of time. I think I must have sensed some
thing of what was coming, for I realize now that
I was crouched as for a spring as I saw the blow
aimed at her beautiful, upturned, pleading face,
and ere the hand descended I was halfway across
the hall.

Scarcely had his hideous laugh rang out but
once, when I was upon him. The brute was twelve
feet in height and armed to the teeth, but I believe
that I could have accounted for the whole room
ful in the terrific intensity of my rage. Springing
upward, I struck him full in the face as he turned
at my warning cry and then as he drew his short-
sword I drew mine and sprang up again, upon his
breast, hooking one leg over the butt of his pistol
and grasping one of his huge tusks with my left
hand while I delivered blow after blow upon his
enormous chest.

He could not use his short-sword to advantage
because I was too close to him, nor could he draw
his pistol, which he attempted to do in direct oppo
sition to Martian custom which says that you may
not fight a fellow warrior in private combat with
any other than the weapon with which you are
attacked. In fact he could do nothing but make a

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wild and futile attempt to dislodge me. With all
his immense bulk he was little if any stronger than
I, and it was but the matter of a moment or two
before he sank, bleeding and lifeless, to the floor.

Dejah Thoris had raised herself upon one elbow
and was watching the battle with wide, staring
eyes. IWhen I had regained my feet I raised her
in my arms and bore her to one of the benches at
the side of the room.

'Again no Martian interfered with me, and tear
ing a piece of silk from my cape I endeavored to
staunch the flow of blood from her nostrils. I
was soon successful as her injuries amounted to
little more than an ordinary nosebleed, and when
she could speak she placed her hand upon my arm
and looking up into my eyes, said :

"Why did you it? You who refused me even
friendly recognition in the first hour of my peril !
And now you risk your life and kill one of your
companions for my sake. I cannot understand.
What strange manner of man are you, that you
consort with the green men, though your form
is that of my race, while your color is little darker
than that of the white ape? Tell me, are you
human, or are you more than human?"

" It is a strange tale," I replied, M too long to
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attempt to tell you now, and one which I so much
doubt the credibility of myself that I fear to hope
that others will believe it. Suffice it, for the
present, that I am your friend, and, so far as our
captors will permit, your protector and your
servant."

"Then you too are a prisoner? But why, then,
those arms and the regalia of a Tharkian
chieftain? What is your name? Where your
country?"

"Yes, Dejah Thoris, I too am a prisoner; my
name is John Carter, and I claim Virginia, one of
the United States of America Earth, as my home ;
but why I am permitted to wear arms I do not
know, nor was I aware that my regalia was that
of a chieftain."

We were interrupted at this juncture by the
approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms,
accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one '
of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared
up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antag
onist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing
yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had
brought me these trophies of the kill the same
demeanor as that evinced by the other who had
brought me my original equipment, and now for
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the first time I realized that my blow, on the occa
sion of my first battle in the audience chamber had
resulted in the death of my adversary.

The reason for the whole attitude displayed
toward me was now apparent; I had won my spurs,
so to speak, and in the crude justice, which always
marks Martian dealings, and which, among other
things, has caused me to call her the planet of
paradoxes, I was accorded the honors due a con
queror; the trappings and the position of the man
I killed. In truth, I was a Martian chieftain, and
this I learned later was the cause of my great free
dom and my toleration in the audience chamber.

As I had turned to receive the dead warrior's
chattels I had noticed that Tars Tarkas and sev
eral others had pushed forward toward us, and
the eyes of the former rested upon me in a most
quizzical manner. Finally he addressed me :

"You speak the tongue of Barsoom quite
readily for one who was deaf and dumb to us a
few short days ago. Where did you learn it, John
Carter?"

"You, yourself, are responsible, Tars Tarkas,"
I replied, "in that you furnished me with an
instructress of remarkable ability; I have to thanK
Sola for my learning."

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"She has done well," he answered, "but your
education in other respects needs considerable
polish. Do you know what your unprecedented
temerity would have cost you had you failed to
kill either of the two chieftains whose metal you
now wear?"

"I presume that that one whom I had failed
to kill, would have killed me," I answered, smiling.

11 No, you are wrong. Only in the last extremity
of self-defense would a Martian warrior kill a
prisoner ; we like to save them for other purposes,"
and his face bespoke possibilities that were not
pleasant to dwell upon.

"But one thing can save you now," he con
tinued. "Should you, in recognition of your
remarkable valor, ferocity, and prowess, be con
sidered by Tal Hajus as worthy of his service you
may be taken into the community and become a
full-fledged Tharkian. Until we reach the head
quarters of Tal Hajus it is the will of Lorquas
Ptomel that you be accorded the respect your
acts have earned you. You will be treated by us
as a Tharkian chieftain, but you must not forget
that every chief who ranks you is responsible for
your safe delivery to our mighty and most fero
cious ruler. I am done."

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"I hear you, Tars Tarkas," I answered. "As
you know I am not of Barsoom; your ways are
not my ways, and I can only act in the future as
I have Hi the past, m accordance with the dictates
of my conscience and guided by the standards of
mine own people. If you will leave me alone I
will go in peace, but if not, let the individual Bar-
soomians with whom I must deal either respect
my rights as a stranger among you, or take what
ever consequences may befall. Of one thiny let
us be sure, whatever may be your ultimate inten
tions toward this unfortunate young woman, who
ever would offer her injury or insult in the future
must figure on making a full accounting to me.
I understand that you belittle all sentiments of
generosity and kindliness, but I do not, and I can
convince your most doughty warrior that these
characteristics are not incompatible with an ability
to fight."

Ordinarily I am not given to long speeches,
nor ever before had I descended to bombast, but
I had guessed at the keynote which would strike
an answering chord in the breasts of the green
Martians, nor was I wrong, for my harangue evi
dently deeply impressed them, and their attitude
toward me thereafter was still further respectful.
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Tars Tarkas himself seemed pleased with my
reply, but his only comment was more or less
enigmatical — "And I think I know Tal Hajus,
Jeddak of Thark."

I now turned my attention to Dejah Thoris.,
and assisting her to her feet I turned with her
toward the exit, ignoring her hovering guardian
harpies as well as the inquiring glances of the
chieftains. Was I not now a chieftain also ! Well,
then, I would assume the responsibilities of one.
They did not molest us, and so Dejah Thoris,
Princess of Helium, and John Carter, gentleman
of Virginia, followed by the faithful Woola,
passed through utter silence from the audience
chamber of Lorquas Ptomel, Jed among the
Tharks of Barsoom.

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AS we reached the open the two female guards
-/JLwho had been detailed to watch over Dejah
Thoris hurried up and made as though to assume
custody of her once more. The poor child shrank
against me and I felt her two little hands fold
tightly over my arm. Waving the women away,
I informed them that Sola would attend the cap
tive hereafter, and I further warned Sarkoja that
any more of her cruel attentions bestowed upon
Dejah Thoris would result in Sarkoja's sudden
and painful demise.

My threat was unfortunate and resulted in more
harm than good to Dejah Thoris, for, as I learned
later, men do not kill women upon Mars, nor
women, men. So Sarkoja merely gave us an ugly
look and departed to hatch up deviltries against us.

I soon found Sola and explained to her that

I wished her to guard Dejah Thoris as she had

guarded me; that I wished her to find other

quarters where they would not be molested hi"

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Sarkoja, and I finally informed her that I myself
would take up my quarters among the men.

Sola glanced at the accouterments which were
carried in my hand and slung across my shoulder.

" You are a great chieftain now, John Carter,"
she said, "and I must do your bidding, though
indeed I am glad to do it under any circumstances.
The man whose metal you carry was young, but
he was a great warrior, and had by his promotions
and kills won his way close to the rank of Tars
Tarkas, who, as you know, is second to Lorquas
Ptomel only. You are eleventh, there are but ten
chieftains in this community who rank you in
prowess."

"And if I should kill Lorquas Ptomel?" I
asked.

" You would be first, John Carter; but you may
only win that honor by the will of the entire coun
cil that Lorquas Ptomel meet you in combat, or
should he attack you, you may kill him in self-
defense, and thus win first place."

I laughed, and changed the subject. I had no
particular desire to kill Lorquas Ptomel, and less
to be a jed among the Tharks.

I accompanied Sola and Dejah Thoris in a
search for new quarters, which we found in a build-
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ing nearer the audience chamber and of far more
pretentious architecture than our former habita
tion. We also found in this building real sleeping
apartments with ancient beds of highly wrought
metal swinging from enormous gold chains depend
ing from the marble ceilings. The decoration of
the walls was most elaborate, and, unlike the
frescoes in the other buildings I had examined,
portrayed many human figures in the compositions.
These were of people like myself, and of a much
lighter color than Dejah Thoris. They were clad
in graceful, flowing robes, highly ornamented with!
metal and jewels, and their luxuriant hair was of
a beautiful golden and reddish bronze. The men
were beardless and only a few wore arms. The
scenes depicted for the most part, a fair-skinned,
fair-haired people at play.

Dejah Thoris clasped her hands with an
exclamation of rapture as she gazed upon these
magnificent works of art, wrought by a people
long extinct; while Sola, on the other hand, appar
ently did not see them.

We decided to use this room, on the second

floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris

and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the

rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dis-

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patched Sola to bring the bedding and such food
and utensils as she might need, telling her that
I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.

As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me
with a faint smile.

" And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape
should you leave her, unless it was to follow you
and crave your protection, and ask your pardon
for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against
you these past few days?"

"You are right," I answered, "there is no
escape for either of us unless we go together."

" I heard your challenge to the creature you call
Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your posi
tion among these people, but what I cannot fathom
is your statement that you are not of Barsoom.

" In the name of my first ancestor, then," she
continued, "where may you be from? You are
like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak
my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas
that you had but learned it recently. All Bar-
soomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad
south to the ice-clad north, though their written
languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where
the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus,
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and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there
is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the
river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley
of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus
returned ! They would kill you horribly anywhere
upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true;
tell me it is not I "

Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light;
her voice was pleading, and her little hands,
reached up upon my breast, were pressed against
me as though to wring a denial from my very
heart.

"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris,
but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie
to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never
seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is
still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you
believe me?"

And then it struck me suddenly that I was very
anxious that she should believe me. It was not
that I feared the results which would follow a
general belief that I had returned from the Bar
soomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why
was it, then I Why should I care what she
thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful
face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up
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the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met
hers I knew why, and — I shuddered.

A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her;
she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her
earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whis
pered: "I believe you, John Garter; I do not
know what a * gentleman' is, nor have I ever
heard before of Virginia ; but on Barsoom no man
lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is
silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John
Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair
name of my fair land had never sounded more
beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on
that far gone day.

"I am of another world," I answered, "the
great planet Earth, which revolves about our com
mon sun and next within the orbit of your Barsoom,
which we know as Mars. How I came here I
cannot tell you, for I do not know; hut here I am,
and since my presence has permitted me to serve
Dejah Thoris I am glad that I am here."

She gazed at me with troubled eyes, long and
questioningly. That it was difficult to believe my
statement I well knew, nor could I hope that she
would do so however much I craved her confidence
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her anything of my antecedents, but no man could
look into the depth of those eyes and refuse her
slightest behest.

Finally she smiled, and, rising, said: "I shall
have to believe even though I cannot understand.
I can readily perceive that you are not of the
Barsoom of today; you are like us, yet different —
but why should I trouble my poor head with such a
problem, when my heart tells me that I believe
because I wish to believe ! "

It was good logic, good, earthly, feminine logic,
and if it satisfied her I certainly could pick no
flaws in it. As a matter of fact it was about the
only kind of logic that could be brought to bear
upon my problem. We fell into a general con
versation then, asking and answering many ques
tions on each side. She was curious to learn of
the customs of my people and displayed a remark
able knowledge of events on earth. When I
questioned her closely on this seeming familiarity
with earthly things she laughed, and cried out :

"Why every school boy on Barsoom knows
the geography, and much concerning the fauna
and flora, as well as the history of your planet
fully as well as of his own. Can we not see every
thing which takes place upon Earth, as you call
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it; is it not hanging there in the heavens in plain
sight?"

This baffled me, I must confess, fully as much
as my statements had confounded her; and I told
her so. She then explained in general the instru
ments her people had used and been perfecting
for ages, .which permit them to throw upon a
screen a perfect image of what is transpiring upon
any planet and upon many of the stars. These
pictures are so perfect in detail that, when photo
graphed and enlarged, objects no greater than a
blade of grass may be distinctly recognized. I
afterward, in Helium, saw many of these pic
tures, as well as the instruments which produced
them.

"If, then, you are so familiar with earthly
things," I asked, " why is it that you do not recog
nize me as identical with the inhabitants of that
planet?"

She smiled again as one might in bored indul
gence of a questioning child.

"Because, John Carter," she replied, "nearly
every planet and star having atmospheric condi
tions at all approaching those of Bapsoom, shows
forms of animal life almost identical with yo& and
me; and, further, Earth men, almost without

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exception, cover their bodies with strange, un
sightly pieces of cloth, and their heads with
hideous contraptions the purpose of which we have
been unable to conceive; while you, when found
by the Tharkian warriors, were entirely undis-
figured and unadorned.

"The fact that you wore no ornaments is a
strong proof of your un-Barsoomian origin, while
the absence of grotesque coverings might cause
a doubt as to your earthliness."

I then narrated the details of my departure from
the Earth, explaining that my body there lay
fully clothed in all the, to her, strange garments
of mundane dwellers. At this point Sola returned
with our meager belongings and her young Martian
protege, who, of course, would have to share the
quarters with them.

Sola asked us if we had had a visitor during^
her absence, and seemed much surprised when we
answered in the negative. It seemed that as she
had mounted the approach to the upper floors
where our quarters were located, she had met
Sarkoja descending. We decided that she must
have been eavesdropping, but as we could recall
nothing of importance that had passed between
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merely promising ourselves to be warned to the
utmost caution in the future.

Dejah Thoris and I then fell to examining the
architecture and decorations of the beautiful
chambers of the building we were occupying. She
told me that these people had presumably
flourished over a hundred thousand years before.
They were the early progenitors of her race, but
had mixed with the other great race of early Mar
tians, who were very dark, almost black, and also
with the reddish yellow race which had flourished
at the same time.

These three great divisions of the higher Mar
tians had been forced into a mighty alliance as
the drying up of the Martian seas had compelled
them to seek the comparatively few and always
diminishing fertile areas, and to defend them
selves, under new conditions of life, against the
wild hordes of green men.

Ages of close relationship and intermarrying
had resulted in the race of red men, of which
Dejah Thoris was a fair and beautiful daughter.
During the ages of hardships and incessant war
ring between their own various races, as well as
with the green men, and before they had fitted
themselves to the changed conditions,, much of the

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high civilization and many of the arts of the fair-
haired Martians had become lost; but the red race
of today has reached a point where it feels that
it has made up in new discoveries and in a more
practical civilization for all that lies irretrievably
buried with the ancient Barsoomians, beneath the
countless intervening ages.

These ancient Martians had been a highly cul
tivated and literary race, but during the vicissi
tudes of those trying centuries of readjustment to
new conditions, not only did their advancement
and production cease entirely, but practically all
their archives, records, and literature were lost.

Dejah Thoris related many interesting facts and
legends concerning this lost race of noble and
kindly people. She said that the city in which we
were camping was supposed to have been a center
of commerce and culture known as Korad. It had
been built upon a beautiful, natural harbor, land
locked by magnificent hills. The little valley on
the west front of the city, she explained, was all
that remained of the harbor, while the pass
through the hHls to the old sea bottom had been
the channel through which the shipping passed up
to the city's gates.

The shores of the ancient seas were dotted with
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just such cities, and lesser ones, in diminishing num
bers, were to be found converging toward the
center of the oceans, as the people had found it
necessary to follow the receding waters until neces
sity had forced upon them their ultimate salvation,
the so-called Martian canals.

We had been so engrossed in exploration of the
building and in our conversation that it was late
in the afternoon before we realized it. We were
brought back to a realization of our present con
ditions by a messenger bearing a summons from
Lorquas Ptomel directing me to appear before
him forthwith. Bidding Dejah Thoris and Sola
farewell, and commanding Woola to remain on
guard, I hastened to the audience chamber, where
I found Lorquas Ptomel and Tars Tarkas seated
upon the rostrum.

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S I entered and saluted, Lorquas Ptomel sig-

naled me to advance, and, fixing his great,
hideous eyes upon me, addressed me thus :

" You have been with us a few days, yet during
that time you have by your prowess won a high
position among us. Be that as it may, you are not
one of us ; you owe us no allegiance.

"Your position is a peculiar one," he con
tinued ; " you are a prisoner and yet you give com
mands which must be obeyed; you are an alien
and yet you are a Tharkian chieftain; you are a
midget and yet you can kill a mighty warrior with
one blow of your fist. And now you are reported
to have been plotting to escape with another
prisoner of another race; a prisoner who, from
her own admission, half believes you are returned
from the valley of Dor. Either one of these accu
sations, if proved, would be sufficient grounds for
your execution, but we are a just people and you
shall have a trial on our return to Thark, if Tal
Hajus so commands.

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" But," he continued, In his fierce guttural tones,
" if you run off with the red girl it is I who shall
have to account to Tal Hajus; it is I who shall
have to face Tars Tarkas, and either demonstrate
my right to command, or the metal from my dead
carcass will go to a better man, for such is the
custom of the Tharks.

" I have no quarrel with Tars Tarkas ; together
we rule supreme the greatest of the lesser com
munities among the green men; we do not wish
to fight between ourselves; and so if you were
dead, John Carter, I should be glad. Under two
conditions only, however, may you be killed by
us without orders from Tal Hajus; in personal
combat in self-defense, should you attack one of
us, or were you apprehended in an attempt to
escape.

" As a matter of justice I must warn you that
we only await one of these two excuses for ridding
ourselves of so great a responsibility. The safe
delivery of the red girl to Tal Hajus is of the
greatest importance. Not in a thousand years
have the Tharks made such a capture; she is the
granddaughter of the greatest of the red jeddaks,
who is also our bitterest enemy. I have spoken.
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softer sentiments of humanity, but we are a just
and truthful race. You may go."

Turning, I left the audience chamber. So this
was the beginning of Sarkoja's persecution I I
knew that none other could be responsible for this
report which had reached the ears of Lorquas
Ptomel so quickly, and now I recalled those por
tions of our conversation which had touched upon
escape and upon my origin.

Sarkoja was at this time Tars Tarkas' oldest
and most trusted female. As such she was a
mighty power behind the throne, for no warrior
had the confidence of Lorquas Ptomel to such an
extent as did his ablest lieutenant, Tars Tarkas.

However, instead of putting thoughts of pos
sible escape from my mind, my audience with
Lorquas Ptomel only served to center my every
faculty on this subject. Now, more than before,
the absolute necessity for escape, in so far as Dejah
Thoris was concerned, was impressed upon me,
for I was convinced that some horrible fate
awaited her at the headquarters of Tal Hajus.

As described by Sola, this monster was the

exaggerated personification of all the ages of

cruelty, ferocity, and brutality from which he had

descended. Cold, cunning, calculating; he was,

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also, in marked contrast to most of his fellows,-
a slave to that brute passion which the waning
demands for procreation upon their dying planet
has almost stilled in the Martian breast.

The thought that the divine Dejah Thoris might
fall into the clutches of such an abysmal atavism
started the cold sweat upon me. Far better that
we save friendly bullets for ourselves at the last
moment, as did those brave frontier women of my
lost land, who took their own lives rather than fall
into the hands of the Indian braves.

As I wandered about the plaza lost in my
gloomy forebodings Tars Tarkas approached me
on his way from the audience chamber. His
demeanor toward me was unchanged, and he
greeted me as though we had not just parted a few
moments before.

"Where are your quarters, John Carter?" he
asked.

" I have selected none," I replied. " It seemed
best that I quartered either by myself or among
the other warriors, and I was awaiting an oppor
tunity to ask your advice. As you know," and I
smiled, " I am not yet familiar with all the customs
of the Tharks."

" Come with me," he directed, and together
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we moved off across the plaza to a building which
I was glad to see adjoined that occupied by Sola
and her charges.

" My quarters are on the first floor of this build
ing," he said, "and the second floor also is fully
occupied by warriors, but the third floor and the
floors above are vacant; you may take your choice
of these.

"I understand," he continued, "that you have
given up your woman to the red prisoner. Well,
as you have said, your ways are not our ways,
but you can fight well enough to do about as you
please, and so, if you wish to give your woman to
a captive, it is your own affair; but as a chieftain
you should have those to serve you, and in
.•accordance with our customs you may select any
•or all the females from the retinues of the chief
tains whose metal you now wear."

I thanked him, but assured him that I could get
along very nicely without assistance except in the
matter of preparing food, and so he promised to
send women to me for this purpose and also for
the care of my arms and the manufacture of my
ammunition, which he said would be necessary. I
suggested that they might also bring some of the
sleeping silks and furs which belonged to me as
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spoils of combat, for the nights were cold and I
had none of my own.

He promised to do so, and departed. Left
alone, I ascended the winding corridor to the upper
floors in search of suitable quarters. The beauties
of the other buildings were repeated in this, and,
as usual, I was soon lost in a tour of investigation
and discovery.

I finally chose a front room on the third floor,
because this brought me nearer to Dejah Thoris,
whose apartment was on the second floor of the
adjoining building, and it flashed upon me that
I could rig up some means of communication
whereby she might signal me in case she needed
either my services or my protection.

Adjoining my sleeping apartment were baths,
dressing rooms, and other sleeping and living
apartments, in all some ten rooms on this floor.
The windows of the back rooms overlooked an
enormous court, which formed the center of the
square made by the buildings which faced the four
contiguous streets, and which was now given over
to the quartering of the various animals belonging
to the warriors occupying the adjoining buildings.

While the court was entirely overgrown with
the yellow, moss-like vegetation which blankets
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practically the entire surface of Mars, yet numer
ous fountains, statuary, benches, and pergola-like
contraptions bore witness to the beauty which the
court must have presented in bygone times, when
graced by the fair-haired, laughing people whom
stern and unalterable cosmic laws had driven not
only from their homes, but from all except the
vague legends of their descendants.

One could easily picture the gorgeous foliage
of the luxuriant Martian vegetation which once
filled this scene with life and color; the graceful
figures of the beautiful women, the straight and
handsome men ; the happy frolicking children — all
sunlight, happiness and peace. It was difficult to
realize that they had gone; down through ages
of darkness, cruelty, and ignorance, until their
hereditary instincts of culture and humanitarianism
had risen ascendant once more in the final com
posite race which now is dominant upon Mars.

My thoughts were cut short by the advent of
several young females bearing loads of weapons,
silks, furs, jewels, cooking utensils, and casks of
food and drink, including considerable loot from
the air craft. All this, it seemed, had been the
property of the two chieftains I had slain, and
now, by the customs of the Tharks, it had become

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mine. At my direction they placed the stuff in
one of the back rooms, and then departed, only
to return with a second load, which they advised
me constituted the balance of my goods. On the
second trip they were accompanied by ten or fifteen
other women and youths, who, it seemed, formed
the retinues of the two chieftains.

They were not their families, nor their wives,
nor their servants; the relationship was peculiar,
and so unlike anything known to us that it is most
difficult to describe. All property among the green
Martians is owned in common by the community,
except the personal weapons, ornaments and sleep
ing silks and furs of the individuals. These alone
can one claim undisputed right to, nor may he
accumulate more of these than are required for his
actual needs. The surplus he holds merely as cus
todian, and it is passed on to the younger members
of the community as necessity demands.

The women and children of a man's retinue
may be likened to a military unit for which he is
responsible in various ways, as in matters of
instruction, discipline, sustenance, and the exigen
cies of their continual roamings and their unending
strife with other communities and with the red
Martians. His women are in no sense wives.

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The green Martians use no word corresponding
in meaning with this earthly word. Their mating
i« a matter of community interest solely, and is
directed without reference to natural selection.
The council of chieftains of each community
control the matter as surely as the owner of a
Kentucky racing stud directs the scientific breed
ing of his stock for the improvement of the whole.

In theory it may sound well, as is often the case
with theories, but the results of ages of this
unnatural practice, coupled with the community
interest in the offspring being held paramount to
that of the mother, is shown in the cold, cruel
creatures, and their gloomy, loveless, mirthless
existence.

It is true that the green Martians are absolutely
virtuous, both men and women, with the exception
of such degenerates as Tal Hajus; but better far
a finer balance of human characteristics even at
the expense of a slight and occasional loss of
chastity.

Finding that I must assume responsibility for
these creatures, whether I would or not, I made
the best of it and directed them to find quarters
on the upper floors, leaving the third floor to me.
.One of the girls I charged with the duties of my

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simple cuisine, and directed the others to take up
the various activities which had formerly con
stituted their vocations. Thereafter I saw little
of them, nor did I care to.

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OLLOWING the battle with the air ships,
the community remained within the city for
several days, abandoning the homeward march
until they could feel reasonably assured that the
ships would not return; for to be caught on the
open plains with a cavalcade of chariots and chil
dren was far from the desire of even so warlike a
people as the green Martians.

During our period of inactivity, Tars Tarkas
had instructed me in many of the customs and arts
of war familiar to the Tharks, including lessons in
riding and guiding the great beasts which bore the
warriors. These creatures, which are known as
thoats, are as dangerous and vicious as their
masters, but when once subdued are sufficiently
tractable for the purposes of the green Martians.

Two of these animals had fallen to me from
the warriors whose metal I wore, and in a short
time I could handle them quite as well as the native
warriors. The method was not at all complicated.

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If the thoats did not respond with sufficient celerity
to the telepathic instructions of their riders they
were dealt a terrific blow between the ears with
the butt of a pistol, and if they showed fight this
treatment was continued until the brutes either
were subdued, or had unseated their riders.

In the latter case it became a life and death
struggle between the man and the beast. If the
former were quick enough with his pistol he might
live to ride again, though upon some other beast;
if not, his torn and mangled body was gathered up
by his women and burned in accordance with Thar-
kian custom.

My experience with Woola determined me to
attempt the experiment of kindness in my treat
ment of my tho-ats. First I taught them that they
could not unseat me, and even rapped them sharply
between the ears to impress upon them my author,
jty and mastery. Then, by degrees, I won their
confidence in much the same manner as I had
adopted countless times with my many mundane
mounts. I was ever a good hand with animals,
and by inclination, as well as because it brought
more lasting and satisfactory results, I was always
kind and humane in my dealings with the lower
Orders, I could take a human life, if necessary,
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with far less compunction than that of a poor,
unreasoning, irresponsible brute.

In the course of a few days my thoats were the
wonder of the entire community. They would
follow me like dogs, rubbing their great snouts
against my body in awkward evidence of affection,
and respond to my every command with an alacrity
and docility which caused the Martian warriors
to ascribe to me the possession of some earthly
power unknown on Mars.

" How have you bewitched them? " asked Tars
Tarkas one afternoon, when he had seen me run
my arm far between the great jaws of one of
my thoats which had wedged a piece of stone
between two of his teeth while feeding upon the
moss-like vegetation within our court yard.

"By kindness," I replied. "You see, Tars
Tarkas, the softer sentiments have their value,
even to a warrior. In the height of battle as well
as upon the march I know that my thoats will
obey my every command, and therefore my fight-,
ing efficiency is enhanced, and I am a better war
rior for the reason that I am a kind master. Your
other warriors would find it to the advantage of
themselves as well as of the community to adopt
my methods in this respect. Only a few days since

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you, yourself, told me that these great brutes, by
the uncertainty of their tempers, often were the
means of turning victory into defeat, since, at a
crucial moment, they might elect to unseat and rend
their riders."

" Show me how you accomplish these results,"
was Tars Tarkas' only rejoinder.

And so I explained as carefully as I could the
entire method of training I had adopted with my
beasts, and later he had me repeat it before Lor-
quas Ptomel and the assembled warriors. That
moment marked the beginning of a new existence
for the poor thoats, and before I left the com
munity of Lorquas Ptomel I had the satisfaction
of observing a regiment of as tractable and docile
mounts as one might care to see. The effect on
the precision and celerity of the military move
ments was so remarkable that Lorquas Ptomel
presented me with a massive anklet of gold from
his own leg, as a sign of his appreciation of my
service to the horde.

On the seventh day following the battle with
the air craft we again took up the march toward
Thark, all probability of another attack being
deemed remote by Lorquas Ptomel.

During the days just preceding our departure

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I had seen but little of Dejah Thoris, as I had
been kept very busy by Tars Tarkas with my les
sons in the art of Martian warfare, as well as in
the training of my thoats. The few times I had
visited her quarters she had been absent, walking
upon the streets with Sola, or investigating the
buildings in the near vicinity of the Plaza. I had
warned them against venturing far from the plaza
for fear of the great white apes, whose ferocity
I was only too well acquainted with. However,
since Woola accompanied them on all their excur
sions, and as Sola was well armed, there was com
paratively little cause for fear.

On the evening before our departure I saw them
approaching along one of the great avenues which
lead into the plaza from the east. I advanced to
meet them, and telling Sola that I would take the
responsibility for Dejah Thoris' safe keeping, I
directed her to return to her quarters on some
trivial errand. I liked and trusted Sola, but for
some reason I desired to be alone with Dejah
Thoris, who represented to me all that I had left
behind upon Earth in agreeable and congenial
companionship. There seemed bonds of mutual
interest between us as powerful as though we had
been born under the same roof rather than upon

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different planets, hurtling through space some
forty-eight million miles apart.

That she shared my sentiments in this respect
I was positive, for on my approach the look of
pitiful hopelessness left her sweet countenance to
be replaced by a smile of joyful welcome, as she
placed her little right hand upon my left shoulder
in true red Martian salute.

" Sarkoja told Sola that you had become a true
Thark," she said, "and that I would now see no
more of you than of any of the other warriors."

"Sarkoja is a liar of the first magnitude," I
replied, "notwithstanding the proud claim of the
Tharks to absolute verity."

Dejah Thoris laughed.

" I knew that even though you became a member
of the community you would not cease to be my
friend ; * A warrior may change his metal, but not
his heart,7 as the saying is upon Barsoom.

"I think they have been trying to keep us
apart," she continued, "for whenever you have
been off duty one of the older women of Tars
Tarkas' retinue has always arranged to trump up
some excuse to get Sola and me out of sight. They
have had me down in the pits below the buildings
helping them mix their awful radium powder, and

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make their terrible projectiles. You know that
these have to be manufactured by artificial light,
as exposure to sunlight always results in an explo
sion. You have noticed that their bullets explode
when they strike an object? Well, the opaque,
outer coating is broken by the impact, exposing a
glass cylinder, almost solid, in the forward end of
which is a minute particle of radium powder. The
moment the sunlight, even though diffused, strikes
this powder it explodes with a violence which
nothing can withstand. If you ever witness a
night battle you will note the absence of these
explosions, while the morning following the battle
will be filled at sunrise with the sharp detonations
of exploding missiles fired the preceding night.
As a rule, however, non-exploding projectiles are
used at night." l

While I was much interested in Dejah Thoris'
explanation of this wonderful adjunct to Martian
warfare, I was more concerned by the immediate
problem of their treatment of her. That they
were keeping her away from me was not a matter

1 1 have used (he word radium in describing this powder
because in the light of recent discoveries on Earth I believe it
to be a mixture of which radium is the base. In Captain Carter's
manuscript it is mentioned always by the name used in the written
language of Helium and is spelled in hieroglyphics which it
would be difficult and useless to reproduce.

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for surprise, but that they should subject her to
dangerous and arduous labor filled me with rage.

"Have they ever subjected you to cruelty and
ignominy, Dejah Thoris?" I asked, feeling the
hot blood of my fighting ancestors leap in my veins
as I awaited her reply.

"Only in little ways, John Carter," she
answered. "Nothing that can harm me outside
my pride. They know that I am the daughter of
ten thousand jeddaks, that I trace my ancestry
straight back without a break to the builder of
the first great waterway, and they, who do not even
know their own mothers, are jealous of me. At
heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak
their poor spite on me who stand for everything
they have not, and for all they most crave and
never can attain. Let us pity them, my chieftain,
for even though we die at their hands we can
afford them pity, since we are greater than they
and they know it."

Had I known the significance of those words
"my chieftain," as applied by a red Martian
woman to a man, I should have had the surprise
of my life, but I did not know at that time, nor
for many months thereafter. Yes, I still had
much to learn upon Barsoom.

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" I presume it is the better part of wisdom that
we bow to our fate with as good grace as pos
sible, Dejah Thoris; but I hope, nevertheless, that
I may be present the next time that any Martian,
green, red, pink, or violet, has the temerity to
even so much as frown on you, my princess."

Dejah Thoris caught her breath at my last
words, and gazed upon me with dilated eyes and
quickening breath, and then, with an odd little
laugh, which brought roguish dimples to the cor
ners of her mouth, she shook her head and cried:

"What a child! A great warrior and yet a
stumbling little child."

"What have I done now?" I asked, in sore
perplexity.

"Some day you shall know, John Carter, if we
live ; but I may not tell you. And I, the daughter
of Mors Kajak, son of Tardos Mors, have listened
without anger," she soliloquized in conclusion.

Then she broke out again into one of her gay,
happy, laughing moods; joking with me on my
prowess as a Thark warrior as co-ntrasted with
my soft heart and natural kindliness.

" I presume that should you accidentally wound
an enemy you would take him home and nurse him
back to health," she laughed.
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"That is precisely what we do on Earth," I
answered. "At least among civilized men."

This made her laugh again. She could not
understand it, for, with all her tenderness and
womanly sweetness, she was still a Martian, and
to a Martian the only good enemy is a dead enemy;
for every dead foeman means so much more to
divide between those who live.

I was very curious to know what I had said or
done to cause her so much perturbation a moment
before and so I continued to importune her to
enlighten me.

"No," she exclaimed, "it is enough that you
have said it and that I have listened. And when
you learn, John Carter, and if I be dead, as likely
enough I shall be ere the further moon has circled
Barsoom another twelve times, remember that I
listened and that I — smiled."

It was all Greek to me, but the more I begged
her to explain the more positive became her
denials of my request, and, so, in very hopeless
ness, I desisted.

Day had now given away to night and as we

wandered along the great avenue lighted by the

two moons of Barsoom, and with Earth looking

down upon us out of her luminous green eye, it

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seemed that we were alone in the universe, and I,
at least, was content that it should be so.

The chill of the Martian night was upon us,
and removing my silks I threw them across the
shoulders of Dejah Thoris. As my arm rested
for an instant upon her I felt a thrill pass through
every fiber of my being such as contact with no
other mortal had even produced; and it seemed to
me that she had leaned slightly toward me, but
of that I was not sure. Only I knew that as my
arm rested there across her shoulders longer than
the act of adjusting the silk required she did not
draw away, nor did she speak. And so, in silence,
we walked the surface of a dying world, but in
the breast of one of us at least had been born that
which is ever oldest, yet ever new.

I loved Dejah Thoris. The touch of my arm
upon her naked shoulder had spoken to me in
words I could not mistake, and I knew that I had
loved her since the first moment that my eyes had

met hers that first time in the plaza of the dead
I •

city of Korad.

I SOUGHT OUT DEJAH THORIS IN THE THRONG OF DEPARTING

CHARIOTS.

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Y first impulse was to tell her of my love,
and then I thought of the helplessness of
her position wherein I alone could lighten the
burdens of her captivity, and protect her in my
poor way against the thousands of hereditary ene
mies she must face upon our arrival at Thark. I
could not chance causing her additional pain or
sorrow by declaring a love which, in all probability
she oHd not return. Should I be so indiscreet, her
position would be even more unbearable than now,
and the thought that she might feel that I was
taking advantage of her helplessness, to influence
her decision was the final argument which sealed
my lips.

"Why are you so quiet, Dejah Thoris?" I
asked. " Possibly you would rather return to Sola
and your quarters."

"No," she murmured, "I am happy here. I
do not know why it is that I should always be
happy and contented when you, John Carter, a
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stranger, are with me; yet at such times it seems
that I am safe and that, with you, I shall soon
return to my father's court and feel his strong
arms about me and my mother's tears and kisses
on my cheek."

"Do people kiss, then, upon Barsoom?" I
asked, when she had explained the word she used,
in answer to my inquiry as to its meaning.

"Parents, brothers, and sisters, yes; and," she
added in a low, thoughtful tone, " lovers."

"And you, Dejah Thoris, have parents and
brothers and sisters?"

"Yes."

"And a— lover?"

She was silent, nor could I venture to repeat
the question.

"The man of Barsoom," she finally ventured,
" does not ask personal questions of women, except
his mother, and the woman he has fought for and
won."

"But I have fought — " I started, and then I
wished my tongue had been cut from my mouth;
for she turned even as I caught myself and ceased,
and drawing my silks from her shoulder she held
them out to me, and without a word, and with head
held high, she moved with the carriage of the
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queen she was toward the plaza and the doorway
of her quarters.

I did not attempt to follow her, other than to
ysee that she reached the building in safety, but,
directing Woola to accompany her, I turned dis
consolately and entered my own house. I sat for
hours cross-legged, and cross-tempered, upon my
silks meditating upon the queer freaks chance plays
upon us poor devils of mortals.

So this was love ! I had escaped it for all the
years I had roamed the five continents and their
encircling seas; in spite of beautfful women and
urging opportunity; in spite of a half-desire for
love and a constant search for my ideal, it had
remained for me to fall furiously and hopelessly
in love with a creature from another world, of a
species similar possibly, yet not identical with mine.
[A. woman who was hatched from an egg, and
whose span of life might cover a thousand years;
whose people had strange customs and ideas; a
woman whose hopes, whose pleasures, whose
standards of virtue and of right and wrong might
vary as greatly from mine as did those of the
green Martians.

Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though
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known I would not have had it otherwise for all
the riches of Barsoom, Such is love, and such
are lovers wherever love is known.

To me, Dejah Thoris was all that was perfect;
all that was virtuous and beautiful and noble
and good. I believed that from the bottom of
my heart, from the depth of my soul on that night
in Korad as I sat cross-legged upon my silks while
the nearer moon of Barsoom raced through the
western sky toward the horizon, and lighted up
the gold and marble, and jeweled mosaics of my
world-old chamber, and I believe it today as I sit
at my desk in the little study overlooking the Hud
son. Twenty years have intervened; for ten of
them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and
her people, and for ten I have lived upon her mem
ory.

The morning of our departure for Thark
dawned clear and hot, as do all Martian morn-1
ings except for the six weeks when the snow melts
at the poles.

I sought out Dejah Thoris in the throng of
departing chariots, but she turned her shoulder to
me, and I could see the red blood mount to her
cheek. With the foolish inconsistency of love I
held my peace when I might have plead ignorance

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of the nature of my offense, or at least the gravity
oT it, and so have effected, at worst, a half con
ciliation.

My duty dictated that I must see that she was
comfortable, and so I glanced into her chariot and
rearranged her silks and furs. In doing so I noted
with horror that she was heavily chained by one
ankle to the side of the vehicle.

"What does this mean?" I cried, turning to
Sola.

"Sarkoja thought it best," she answered, her
face betokening her disapproval of the procedure.

Examining the manacles I saw that they fastened
with a massive spring lock.

" Where is the key, Sola ? Let me have it."

"Sarkoja wears it, John Carter," she answered.

I turned without further word and sought out
Tars Tarkas, to whom I vehemently objected to
the unnecessary humiliations and cruelties, as they
seemed to my lover's eyes, that were being heaped
upon Dejah Thoris.

I "John Carter," he answered, "if ever you and
Dejah Thoris escape the Tharks it will be upon
this journey. We know that you will not go with
out her. You _have shown yourself a mighty
fighter, and we do not wish to manacle you, so we

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hold you both in the easiest way that will yet
ensure security. I have spoken."

I saw the strength of his reasoning at a flash,
and knew that it were futile to appeal from his
decision, but I asked that the key be taken from
Sarkoja and that she be directed to leave the
prisoner alone in future.

"This much, Tars Tarkas, you may do for me
in return for the friendship that, I must confess,
I feel for you."

"Friendship?" he replied. "There is no such
thing, John Carter; but have your will. I shall
direct that Sarkoja cease to annoy the girl, and I
myself will take the custody of the key."

"Unless you wish me to assume the respon
sibility," I said, smiling.

He looked at me long and earnestly before he
spoke.

u Were you to give me your word that neither
you nor Dejah Thoris would attempt to escape
until after we have safely reached the court of
Tal Hajus you might have the key and throw the
chains into the river Iss."

"It were better that you held the key, Tars
Tarkas," I replied.

He smiled, and said no more, buf that night
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as we were making camp I saw him unfasten
Dejah Thoris' fetters himself.

With all his cruel ferocity and coldness there
was an undercurrent of something in Tars Tarkas
which he seemed ever battling to subdue. Could
it be a vestige of some human instinct come back
from an ancient forbear to haunt him with the
horror of his people's ways !

As I was approaching Dejah Thoris' chariot I
passed Sarkoja, and the black, venomous look she
accorded me was the sweetest balm I had felt for
many hours. Lord, how she hated me ! It bristled
from her so palpably that one might almost have
cut it with a sword.

A few moments later I saw her deep in conver
sation with a warrior named Zad; a big, hulking,
powerful brute, but one who had never made a
kill among his own chieftains, and so was still
an o mad, or man with one name; he could win
a second name only with the metal of some chief
tain. It was this custom which entitled me to the
names of either of the chieftains I had killed; in
fact, some of the warriors addressed me as Dotar
Sojat, a combination of the surnames of the two
warrior chieftains whose metal I had taken, or,
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As Sarkoja talked with Zad he cast occasional
glances in my direction, while she seemed to be
urging him very strongly to some action. I paid
little attention to it at the time, but the next day
I had good reason to recall the circumstances, and
at the same time gain a slight insight into the
depths of Sarkoja's hatred and the lengths to
which she was capable of going to wreak her horrid
vengeance on me.

Dejah Thoris would have none of me again
on this evening, and though I spoke her name she
neither replied, nor conceded by so much as the
flutter of an eyelid that she realized my existence.
In my extremity I did what most other lovers would
have done ; I sought word from her through an inti
mate. In this instance it was Sola whom I inter
cepted in another part of camp.

"What is the matter with Dejah Thoris?" I
blurted out at her. "Why will she not speak
tome?"

Sola stemed puzzled herself, as though such
strange actions on the part of two humans were
quite beyond her, as indeed they were, poor child.

"She says you have angered her, and that is
all she will say, except that she is the daughter of
a jed and the granddaughter of a jeddak and she

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has been humiliated by a creature who could not
polish the teeth of her grandmother's sorak."

I pondered over this report for some time, finally
asking,

" What might a sorak be, Sola ? "

" A little animal about as big as my hand, which
the red Martian women keep to play with," ex
plained Sola.

Not fit to polish the teeth of her grandmother's
cat I I must rank pretty low in the consideration
of Dejah Thoris, I thought; but I could not help
laughing at the strange figure of speech, so homely
and in this respect so earthly. It made me home
sick, for it sounded very much like "not fit to
polish her shoes." And then commenced a train
of thought quite new to me. I began to wonder
what my people at home were doing. I had not
seen them for years. There was a family of Car
ters in Virginia who claimed close relationship
with me; I was supposed to be a great uncle, or
something of the kind equally foolish. I could
pass anywhere for twenty-five to thirty years of
age, and to be a great uncle always seemed the
height of incongruity, for my thoughts and feel
ings were those of a boy. There were two little
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who had thought there was no one on Earth like
Uncle Jack; I could see them just as plainly, as I
stood there under the moonlit 'skies of Barsoom,
and I longed for them as I had never longed for
any mortals before. By nature a wanderer, I had
never known the true meaning of the word home,
but the great hall of the Carters had always stood
for all that the word did mean to me, and now
my heart turned toward it from the cold and
unfriendly peoples I had been thrown amongst.
For did not even Dejah Thoris despise me-! I
was a low creature, so low in fact that I was not
even fit to polish the teeth of her grandmother's
cat; and then my saving sense of humor came to
my rescue, and laughing I turned into my silks
and furs and slept upon the moon-haunted ground
the sleep of a tired and healthy fighting man.

We broke camp the next day at an early hour
and marched with only a single halt until just
before dark. Two incidents broke the tedious-
ness of the march. About noon we espied far to
our right what was evidently an incubator, and
Lorquas Ptomel directed Tars Tarkas to investi
gate it. The latter took a dozen warriors, includ
ing myself, and we raced across the vdvety car
peting of moss to the little enclosure.
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It was indeed an incubator, but the eggs were
very small in comparison with those I had seen
hatching in ours at the time of my arrival on Mars.

Tars Tarkas dismounted and examined the
inclosure minutely, finally announcing that it
belonged to the green men of Warhoon and that
the cement was scarcely dry where it had been
walled up.

" They cannot be a day's march ahead of us,"
he exclaimed, the light of battle leaping to his
fierce face.

The work at the incubator was short indeed.
The warriors tore open the entrance and a couple
of them, crawling in, soon demolished all the eggs
with their short-swords. Then remounting we
dashed back to join the cavalcade. During the
ride I took occasion to ask Tars Tarkas if these
Warhoons whose eggs we had destroyed were a
smaller people than his Tharks.

" I noticed that their eggs were so much smaller
than those I saw hatching in your incubator," I
added.

He explained that the eggs had just been placed
there ; but, like all green Martian eggs, they would
grow during the five-year period of incubation
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hatching on the day of my arrival on Barsoom.
This was indeed an interesting piece of informa
tion, for it had always seemed remarkable to me
that the green Martian women, large as they were,
could bring forth such enormous eggs as I had
seen the four-foot infants emerging from. As a
matter of fact, the new-laid egg is but little larger
than an ordinary goose egg, and as it does not
commence to grow until subjected to the light of
the sun the chieftains have little difficulty in trans
porting several hundreds of them at one time from
the storage vaults to the incubators.

Shortly after the incident of the Warhoon eggs
we halted to rest the animals, and it was during
this halt that the second of the day's interesting
episodes occurred. I was engaged in changing
my riding cloths from one of my thoats to the
other, for I divided the day's work between them,
when Zad approached me, and without a word
struck my animal a terrific blow with his long-
sword.

I did not need a manual of green Martian eti
quette to know what reply to make, for, in fact,
I was so wild with anger that I could scarcely
refrain from drawing my pistol and shooting him
down for the brute he was ; but he stood waiting

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with drawn long-sword, and my only choice was
to draw my own and meet him in fair fight with
his choice of weapons or a lesser one.

This latter alternative is always permissible,
therefore I could have used my short-sword, my
dagger, my hatchet, or my fists had I wished, and
been entirely within my rights, but I could not use
fire arms or a .ipear while he held only his long-
sword.

I chose the same weapon he had drawn because
I knew he prided himself upon his ability with it,
and I wished, if I worsted him at all, to do it with
his own weapon. The fight that followed was a
long one and delayed the resumption of the march
for an hour. The entire community surrounded
us, leaving a clear space about one hundred feet
in diameter for our battle.

Zad first attempted to rush me down as a bull
might a wolf, but I was much too quick for him,
and each time I side-stepped his rushes he would
go lunging past me, only to receive a nick from
my sword upon his arm or back. He was soon
streaming blood from a half dozen minor wounds,
but I could not obtain an opening to deliver an
effective thrust. Then he changed his tactics, and
fighting warily and with extreme dexterity, he

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tried to do by science what he was unable to do
by brute strength. I must admit that he was a
magnificent swordsman, and had it not been for
my greater endurance and the remarkable agility
the lesser gravitation of Mars lent me I might not
have been able to put up the creditable fight I did
against him.

We circled for some time without doing much
damage on either side; the long, straight, needle-
like swords flashing in the sunlight, and ringing out
upon the stillness as they crashed together with
each effective parry. Finally Zad, realizing that
he was tiring more than I, evidently decided to
close in and end the battle in a final blaze of glory
for himself; just as he rushed me a blinding flash
of light struck full in my eyes, so that I could
not see his approach and could only leap blindly
to one side in an effort to escape the mighty blade
that it seemed I could already feel in my vitals.
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. There, upon Dejah Thoris' chariot stood
three figures, for the purpose evidently of wit-

nessing the encounter above the heads of the
intervening Tharks. There were Dejah Thoris,
Sola, and Sarkoja, and as my fleeting glance swept
over them a little tableau was presented which
will stand graven in my memory to the day of my
death.

As I looked, Dejah Thoris turned upon Sarkoja
with the fury of a young tigress and struck some
thing from her upraised hand; something which
flashed in the sunlight as it spun to the
ground. Then I knew what had blinded me
at that crucial moment of the fight, and how
Sarkoja had found a way to kill me with*
out herself delivering the final thrust. Another
thing I saw, too, which almost lost my life for
me then and there, for it took my mind for the
fraction of an instant entirely from my antagonist;
for, as Dejah Thoris struck the tiny mirror from
her hand, Sarkoja, her face livid with hatred and
baffled rage, whipped out her dagger and aimed a
terrific blow at Dejah Thoris; and then Sola, our
dear and faithful Sola, sprang between them ; the
last I saw was the great knife descending upon
her shielding breast.

My enemy had recovered from his thrust and
was making it extremely interesting for me, so I

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reluctantly gave my attention to the work in hand,
but my mind was not upon the battle.

We rushed each other furiously time after time,
'til suddenly, feeling the sharp point of his sword
at my breast in a thrust I could neither parry nor
escape, I threw myself upon him with outstretched
sword and with all the weight of my body, deter
mined that I would not die alone if I could pre
vent it. I felt the steel tear into my chest, all
went black before me, my head whirled in di*.* i-
ness, and I felt my knees giving beneath me.

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HEN consciousness returned, and, as I
soon learned, I was down but a moment, I
sprang quickly to my feet searching for my sword,
and there I found it, buried to the hilt in the green
breast of Zad, who lay stone dead upon the ochre
moss of the ancient sea bottom. As I regained
my full senses I found his weapon piercing my
left breast, but only through the flesh and muscles
which cover my ribs, entering near the center of
my chest and coming out below the shoulder. As
I had lunged I had turned so that his sword merely
passed beneath the muscles, inflicting a painful
but not dangerous wound.

Removing the blade from my body I also
regained my own, and turning my back upon his
ugly carcass, I moved, sick, sore, and disgusted,
toward the chariots which bore my retinue and my
belongings. A murmur of Martian applause
greeted me, but I cared not for it.

Bleeding and weak I reached my women, who,

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accustomed to such happenings, dressed my
wounds, applying the wonderful healing and
remedial agents which make only the most instan
taneous of death blows fatal. Give a Martian
woman a chance and death must take a back seat.
They soon had me patched up so that, except for
weakness from loss of blood and a little sore
ness around the wound, I suffered no great dis
tress from this thrust which, under earthly treat
ment, undoubtedly would have put me flat on my
back for days.

As soon as they were through with me
I hastened to the chariot of Dejah Thoris, where
I found my poor Sola with her chest swathed in
bandages, but apparently little the worse for her
encounter with Sarkoja, whose dagger it seemed
had struck the edge of one of Sola's metal breast
ornaments and, thus deflected, had inflicted but i
slight flesh wound.

As I approached I found Dejah Thoris lying
prone upon her silks and furs, her lithe form
wracked with sobs. She did not notice my pres
ence, nor did she hear me speaking with Sola, who
was standing a short distance from the vehicle.

"Is she injured?" I asked of Sola, indicating
Dejah Thoris by an inclination of my head.

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"No," she answered, "she thinks that you are
dead."

"And that her grandmother's cat may now
have no one to polish its teeth?" I queried, smil
ing.

"I think you wrong her, John Carter," said
Sola. "I do not understand either her ways or
yours, but I am sure the granddaughter of ten thou
sand jeddaks would never grieve like this over the
death of one she considered beneath her, or indeed
over any who held but the highest claim upon her
affections. They are a proud race, but they are
just, as are all Barsoomians, and you must have
hurt or wronged her grievously that she will not
admit your existence living, though she mourns
you dead.

"Tears are a strange sight upon Barsoom,"

ishe continued, "and so it is difficult for me to

^interpret them. I have seen but two people weep

in all my life, other than Dejah Thoris; one wept

' from sorrow, the other from baffled rage. The

first was my mother, years ago before they killed

her; the other was Sarkoja, when they dragged

her from me today."

"Your mother! " I exclaimed, "but, Sola, you
could not have known your mother, child."

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" But I did. And my father also," she added.
"If you would like to hear the strange and un-
Barsoomian story come to the chariot tonight,
John Carter, and I will tell you that of which I
have never spoken in all my life before. And now ;
the signal has been given to resume the march,,
you must go."

" I will come tonight, Sola," I promised. " Be
sure to tell Dejah Thoris I am alive and well. I
shall not force myself upon her, and be sure that
you do not let her know I saw her tears. If she
would speak with me I but await her command."

Sola mounted the chariot, which was swinging
into its place in line, and I hastened to my waiting
thoat and galloped to my station beside Tars Tar-
kas at the rear of the column.

We made a most imposing and awe-inspiring
spectacle as we strung out across the yellow land
scape; the two hundred and fifty ornate and
brightly colored chariots, preceded by an advance
guard of some two hundred mounted warriors and
chieftains riding five abreast and one hundred
yards apart, and followed by a like number in the
same formation, with a score or more of flankers
on either side; the fifty extra mastodons, or heavy
draught animals, known as zitidars, and the five

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or six hundred extra thoats of the warriors running
loose within the hollow square formed by the sur
rounding warriors. The gleaming metal and
jewels of the gorgeous ornaments of the men and
women, duplicated in the trappings of the zitidars
and thoats, and interspersed with the flashing
colors of magnificent silks and furs and feathers,
lent a barbaric splendor to the caravan which would
have turned an East Indian potentate green with
envy.

The enormous broad tires of the chariots and
the padded feet of the animals brought forth no
sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so
we moved in utter silence, like some huge phan
tasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken
by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or
the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Mar
tians converse but little, and then usually in
monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of
distant thunder.

We traversed a trackless waste of moss which,
bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded
foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign
that we had passed. We might indeed have been
the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead
sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign

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we made in passing. It was the first march of a
large body of men and animals I had ever wit
nessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for
there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated
districts during the winter months, and even then
the absence of high winds renders it almost un-
noticeable.

We camped that night at the foot of the hills
we had been approaching for two days and which
marked the southern boundary of this particular
sea. Our animals had been two days without
drink, nor had they had water for nearly two
months, not since shortly after leaving Thark;
but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require
but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the
moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told
me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to
meet the limited demands of the animals.

After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-
like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola,
whom I found working by the light of a torch
upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings. She looked
up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure
and with welcome.

" I am glad you came," she said ; " Dejah Thoris
sleeps and I am lonely. Mine own people do not
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care for me, John Carter; I am too unlike them.
It is a sad fate, since I must live my life amongst
them, and I often wish that I were a true green
Martian woman, without love and without hope;
but I have known love and so I am lost.

"I promised to tell you my story, or rather
the story of my parents. From what I have learned
of you and the ways of your people I am sure
that the tale will not seem strange to you, but
among green Martians it has no parallel within
the memory of the oldest living Thark, nor do our
legends hold many similar tales.

" My mother was rather small, in fact too small
to be allowed the responsibilities of maternity, as
our chieftains breed principally for size. She was
also less cold and cruel than most green Martian
women, and caring little for their society, she
often roamed the deserted avenues of Thark alone,
or went and sat among the wild flowers that deck
the near-by hills, thinking thoughts and wishing
wishes which I believe I alone among Tharkian
women today may understand, for am I not the
child of my mother?

"And there among the hills she met a young
warrior, whose duty it was to guard the feeding
zitidars and thoats and see that they roamed not
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beyond the hills. They spoke at first only of such
things as interest a community of Tharks, but
gradually, as they came to meet more often, and,
as was now quite evident to both, no longer by
chance, they talked about themselves, their likes,
their ambitions and their hopes. She trusted him
and told him of the awful repugnance she felt for
the cruelties of their kind, for the hideous, love
less lives they must ever lead, and then she waited
for the storm of denunciation to break from his
cold, hard lips; but instead he took her in his arms
and kissed her.

"They kept their love a secret for six long
years. She, my mother, was of the retinue of the
great Tal Hajus, while her lover was a simple war
rior, wearing only his own metal. Had their
defection from the traditions of the Tharks been
discovered both would have paid the penalty in
the great arena before Tal Hajus and the
assembled hordes.

"The egg from which I came was hidden
beneath a great glass vessel upon the highest and
most inaccessible of the partially ruined towers of
ancient Thark. Once each year my mother visited
it for the five long years it lay there in the process
of incubation. She dared not come oftener, for
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in the mighty guilt of her conscience she feared
that her every move was watched. During this
period my father gained great distinction as a
warrior and had taken the metal from several
chieftains. His love for my mother had never
diminished, and his one ambition in life was to
reach a point where he might wrest the metal from
Tal Hajus himself, and thus, as ruler of the
Tharks, be free to claim her as his own, as well
as, by the might of his power, protect the child
which otherwise would be quickly dispatched
should the truth become known.

"It was a wild dream, that of wresting the
metal from Tal Hajus in five short years, but his
advance was rapid, and he soon stood high in the
councils of Thark. But one day the chance was
lost forever, in so far as it could come in time to
save his loved ones, for he was ordered away upon
a long expedition to the ice-clad south, to make
war upon the natives there and despoil them of
their furs, for such is the manner of the green
Barsoomian; he does not labor for what he can
wrest in battle from others.

"He was gone for four years, and when he
returned all had been over for three ; for about a
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time for the return of an expedition which had
gone forth to fetch the fruits of a community incu
bator, the egg had hatched. Thereafter my mother
continued to keep me in the old tower, visiting me
nightly and lavishing upon me the love the com
munity life would have robbed us both of. She
hoped, upon the return of the expedition from the
incubator, to mix me with the other young assigned
to the quarters of Tal Hajus, and thus escape the
fate which would surely follow discovery of her
sin against the ancient traditions of the green men.

" She taught me rapidly the language and cus
toms of my kind, and one night she told me the
story I have told to you up to this point, impress
ing upon me the necessity for absolute secrecy and
the great caution I must exercise after she had
placed me with the other young Tharks to permit
no one to guess that I was further advanced in
education than they, nor by any sign to divulge
in the presence of others my affection for her, or
my knowledge of my parentage ; and then drawing
me close to her she whispered in my ear the name
of my father.

"And then a light flashed out upon the dark
ness of the tower chamber, and there stood Sar-
koja, her gleaming, baleful eyes fixed in a frenzy
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of loathing and contempt upon my mother. The
torrent of hatred and abuse she poured out upon
her turned my young heart cold in terror. That
she had heard the entire story was apparent, and
that she had suspected something wrong from my
; mother's long nightly absences from her quarters
accounted for her presence there on that fateful
night.

"One thing she had not heard, nor did she
know, the whispered name of my father. This
was apparent from her repeated demands upon
my mother to disclose the name of her partner in
sin, but no amount of abuse or threats could wring
this from her, and to save me from needless tor
ture she lied, for she told Sarkoja that she alone
knew nor would she even tell her child.

"With final imprecations, Sarkoja hastened
away to Tal Hajus to report her discovery, and
while she was gone my mother, wrapping me in
the silks and furs of her night coverings, so that I<
was scarcely noticeable, descended to the streets?
and ran wildly away toward the outskirts of the
city, in the direction which led to the far south,
out toward the man whose protection she might
not claim, but on whose face she wished to look
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"As we neared the city's southern extremity a
sound came to us from across the mossy flat, from
the direction of the only pass through the hills
which led to the gates, the pass by which caravans
from either north or south or east or west would
enter the city. The sounds we heard were the
squealing of thoats and the grumbling of zitidars,
with the occasional clank of arms which announced
the approach of a body of warriors. The thought
uppermost in her mind was that it was my father
returned from his expedition, but the cunning of
the Thark held her from headlong and precipitate
flight to greet him.

" Retreating into the shadows of a doorway she
awaited the coming of the cavalcade which shortly
entered the avenue, breaking its formation and
thronging the thoroughfare from wall to wall.
As the head of the procession passed us the lesser
moon swung dear of the overhanging roofs and
lit up the scene with all the brilliancy of her won
drous light. My mother shrank further back
into the friendly shadows, and from her hiding
place saw that the expedition was not that of my
father, but the returning caravan bearing the young
Tharks. Instantly her plan was formed, and as
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she slipped stealthily in upon the trailing tail board,
crouching low in the shadow of the high side,
straining me to her bosom in a frenzy of love.

" She knew, what I did not, that never again
after that night would she hold me to her breast,
nor was it likely we would ever look upon each
other's face again. In the confusion of the plaza
she mixed me with the other children, whose guar
dians during the journey were now free to relin
quish their responsibility. We were herded
together into a great room, fed by women who
had not accompanied the expedition, and the next
day we were parceled out among the retinues of
the chieftains.

*' I never saw my mother after that night. She
was imprisoned by Tal Hajus, and every effort,
including the most horrible and shameful torture,
was brought to bear upon her to wring from her
lips the name of my father; but she remained
steadfast and loyal, dying at last amidst the laugh
ter of Tal Hajus and his chieftains during some
awful torture she was undergoing.

" I learned afterwards that she told them that

she had killed me to save me from a like fate at

their hands, and that she had thrown my body to

the white apes. Sarkoja alone disbelieved her, and

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I feel to this day that she suspects my true origin,
but does not date expose me, at the present, at
all events, because she also guesses, I am sure,
the identity of my father.

"When he returned from his expedition and
learned the story of my mother's fate I was pres
ent as Tal Hajus told him ; but never by the quiver
of a muscle did he betray the slightest emotion;
only he did not laugh as Tal Hajus gleefully
described her death struggles. From that moment
on he was the crudest of the cruel, and I am
awaiting the day when he shall win the goal of
his ambition, and feel the carcass of Tal Hajus
beneath his foot, for I am as sure that he but
waits the opportunity to wreak a terrible ven
geance, and that his great love is as strong in his
breast as when it first transfigured him nearly
forty years ago, as I am that we sit here upon the
edge of a world-old ocean while sensible people
sleep, John Carter."

"And your father, Sola, is he with us now?'*
I asked.

'Yes," she replied, "but he does not know me

for what I am, nor does he know who betrayed

my mother to Tal Hajus. I alone know my father's

name, and only I and Tal Hajus and Sarkoja know

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that it was she who carried the tale that brought
death and torture upon her he loved."

We sat silent for a few moments, she wrapped
in the gloomy thoughts of her terrible past, and I
in pity for the poor creatures whom the heartless,
senseless customs of their race had doomed to
loveless lives of cruelty and of hate. Presently
she spoke.

"John Carter, if ever a real man walked the
cold, dead bosom of Barsoom you are one. I know
that I can trust you, and because the knowledge
may some day help you or him or Dejah Thoris
or myself, I am going to tell you the name of my
father, nor place any restrictions or conditions upon
your tongue. When the time comes, speak the
truth if it seems best to you. I trust you because
I know that you are not cursed with the terrible
trait of absolute and unswerving truthfulness,
that you could lie like one of your own Virginia
gentlemen if a lie would save others from sorrow
or suffering. My father's name is Tars Tarkas.n

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remainder of our journey to Thark was
J_ uneventful. We were twenty days upon the
road, crossing two sea bottoms and passing
through or around a number of ruined cities,
mostly smaller than Korad. Twice we crossed
the famous Martian waterways, or canals, so-
called by our earthly astronomers. When we
approached these points a warrior would be sent
far ahead with a powerful field glass, and if no
great body of red Martian troops was in sight
we would advance as close as possible without
chance of being seen and then camp until dark,
when we would slowly approach the cultivated
tract, and, locating one of the numerous, broad
highways which cross these areas at regular inter
vals, creep silently and stealthily across to the arid
/lands upon the other side. It required five hours
to make one of these crossings without a single
halt, and the other consumed the entire night, so
that we were just leaving the confines of the
high-walled fields when the sun broke out upon us.
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Crossing in the darkness, as we did, I was unable
to see but little, except as the nearer moon, in her
wild and ceaseless hurtling through the Barsoomian
heavens, lit up little patches of the landscape from
time to time, disclosing walled fields and low,
rambling buildings, presenting much the appear
ance of earthly farms. There were many trees,
methodically arranged, and some of them were
of enormous height; there were animals in some
of the enclosures, and they announced their pres
ence by terrified squealings and snortings as they
scented our queer, wild beasts and wilder human
beings.

Only once did I perceive a human being, and
that was at the intersection of our crossroad with
the wide, white turnpike which cuts each cultivated
district longitudinally at its exact center. The
feliow must have been sleeping beside the road,
for, as I came abreast of him, he raised upon one
elbow and after a single glance at the approach
ing caravan leaped shrieking to his feet and fled
> madly dcsv/n the road, scaling a near-by wall with
the agility of a scared cat. The Tharks paid him
not the slightest attention ; they were not out upon
the warpath, and the only sign that I had that they
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caravan as we hastened toward the bordering des
ert which marked our entrance into the realm of
Tal Hajus.

Not once did I have speech with Dejah Thoris,
as she sent no word to me that I would be welcome
at her chariot, and my foolish pride kept me from
making any advances. I verily believe that a:
man's way with women is in inverse ratio to his
prowess among men. The weakling and the sap-
head have often great ability to charm the fair
sex, while the fighting man who can face a thou
sand real dangers unafraid, sits hiding in the
shadows like some frightened child.

Just thirty days after my advent upon Barsoom
we entered the ancient city of Thark, from whose
long forgotten people this horde of green men
have stolen even their name. The hordes of Thark
number some thirty thousand souls, and are divided
into twenty-five communities. Each community
has its own jed and lesser chieftains, but all are
under the rule of Tal Hajus, Jeddak of Thark.
Five communities make their headquarters at the
city of Thark, and the balance are scattered among
other deserted cities of ancient Mars throughout
the district claimed by Tal Hajus.

We made our entry into the great central plaza
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early in the afternoon. There were no enthusiastic
friendly greetings for the returned expedition.
Those who chanced to be in sight spoke the names
of warriors or women with whom they came in
direct contact, in the formal greeting of their kind,
but when it was discovered that they brought two
captives a greater interest was aroused, and Dejah
Thoris and I were the centers of inquiring groups.
We were soon assigned to new quarters, and the
balance of the day was devoted to settling our
selves to the changed conditions. My home now
was upon an avenue leading into the plaza from
the south, the main artery down which we had
marched from the gates of the city. I was at the
far end of the square and had an entire building
to myself. The same grandeur of architecture
which was so noticeable a characteristic of Korad
^as in evidence here, only, if that were possible,
on a larger and richer scale. My quarters would
have been suitable for housing the greatest of
earthly emperors, but to these queer creatures
nothing about a building appealed to them but its
size and the enormity of its chambers; the larger

the building, the more desirable ; and so Tal Hajus

f

occupied what must have been an enormous public

building, the largest in the city, but entirely unfitted

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residence purposes; the next largest was
reserved for Lorquas Ptomel, the next for the jed
of a lesser rank, and so on to the bottom of the
list of five jeds. The warriors occupied the build
ing* with the chieftains to whose retinues they
belonged; or, if they preferred, sought shelter
among any of the thousands of untenanted build
ings in their own quarter of town ; each community
being assigned a certain section of the city. The
selection of building had to be made in accordance
with these divisions, except in so far as the jeds
were concerned, they all occupying edifices which
fronted upon the plaza.

When I had finally put my house in order, or
rather- seen that it had been done, it was nearlng
sunset, and I hastened out with the intention of
locating Sola and her chafes, as I had determined
upon having speech with Dejah Thoris and trying
to impress on her the necessity of our at least
patching up a truce until I could find some way of
aiding her to escape. I searched in vain until the
upper rim of the great red sun was just disappear
ing behind the horizon and then I spied the ugly
head of Woola peering from a second-story win
dow on the opposite side of the very street where
I was quarttoVtvi but nearer the plaza.

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Without waiting for a further invitation I bolted
up the winding runway which led to the second
floor, and entering a great chamber at the front
of the building was greeted by the frenzied Woola,
who threw his great carcass upon me, nearly hurl
ing me to the floor; the poor old fellow was so
glad to see me that I thought he would devour
me, his head split from ear to ear, showing his
three rows of tusks in his hobgoblin smile.

Quieting him with a word of command and a
caress, I looked hurriedly through the approach
ing gloom for a sign of Dejah Thoris, and then,
not seeing her, I called her name. There was an
answering murmur from the far corner of the
apartment, and with a couple of quick strides I
was standing beside her where she crouched among
the furs and silks upon an ancient carved wooden
seat. As I waited she rose to her full height and
looking me straight in the eye said :

"What would Dotar Sojat, Thark, of Dejah
Thoris his captive ? "

"Dejah Thoris, I do not know how I have
angered you. It was furtherest from my desire
to hurt or offend you, whom I had hoped to pro
tect and comfort. Have none of me if it is your
will, but that you must aid me in effecting you*

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escape, if such a thing be possible, is not my
request, but my command. When you are safe
once more at your father's court you may do with
me as you please, but from now on until that day
I am your master, and you must obey and aid me."

She looked at me long and earnestly and I
thought that she was softening toward me.

"I understand your words, Dotar Sojat," she
replied, "but you I do not understand. You are a
queer mixture of child and man, of brute and
noble. I only wish that I might read your heart."

"Look down at your feet, Dejah Thoris; it lies
there now where it has lain since that other night
at Korad, and where it will ever lie beating alone
for you until death stills it forever."

She took a little step toward me, her beautiful
hands outstretched in a strange, groping gesture.

"What do you mean, John Carter?" she whis
pered. "What are you saying to me? "

" I am saying what I had promised myself that
I would not say to you, at least until you were no
longer a captive among the green men ; what from
your attitude toward me for the past twenty days
I had thought never to say to you; I am saying,
Dejah Thoris, that I am yours, body and soul,
to serve you, to fight far you, and to die for you.

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Only one thing I ask of you in return, and that is
that you make no sign, either of condemnation or
of approbation of my words until you are safe
among your own people, and that whatever senti
ments you harbor toward me they be not influenced
or colored by gratitude; whatever I may do to
serve you will be prompted solely from selfish
motives, since it gives me more pleasure to serve
you than not."

" I will respect your wishes, John Carter,
because I understand the motives which prompt
them, and I accept your service no more willingly
than I bow to your authority; your word shall be
my law. I have twice wronged you in my thoughts
and again I ask your forgiveness."

Further conversation of a personal nature was
prevented by the entrance of Sola, who was much
agitated and wholly unlike her usual calm and
possessed self.

"That horrible Sarkoja has been before Tal
Hajus," she cried, " and from what I heard upon
the plaza there is little hope for either of you."

"What do they say?" inquired DejahThoris.

"That you will be thrown to the wild calots
[dogs] in the great arena as soon as the hordes
have assembled for the yearly games."

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•' Sola," I said, "you are a Thark, but you hate
and loathe the customs of your people as much as
we do. Will you not accompany us in one supreme
effort to escape? I am sure that Dejah Thoris
can offer you a home and protection among her
people, and your fate can be no worse among them
than it must ever be here."

"Yes," cried Dejah Thoris, "come with us,
Sola, you will be better off among the red men of
Helium than you are here, and I can promise you
not only a home with us, but the love and affection
your nature craves and which must always be
denied you by the customs of your own race. Come
with us, Sola ; we might go without you, but your
fate would be terrible if they thought you had
connived to aid us. I know that even that fear
would not tempt you to interfere in our escape,
but we want you with us, we want you to come to
a land of sunshine and happiness, amongst a peo
ple who know the meaning of love, of sympathy,
and of gratitude. Say that you will, Sola; tell
me that you will."

" The great waterway which leads to Helium is

but fifty miles to the south," murmured Sola, half

to herself; "a swift thoat might make it in three

hours; and then to Helium it is five hundred miles,

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most of the way through thinly settled districts.
They would know and they would follow us. We
might hide among the great trees for a time, but
the chances are small indeed for escape. They
would follow us to the very gates of Helium, and
they would take toll of life at every step ; you do
not know them."

"Is there no other way we might reach
Helium?" I asked. "Can you not draw me a
rough map of the country we must traverse, Dejah
Thoris?"

" Yes," she replied, and taking a great diamond
from her hair she drew upon the marble floor the
first map of Barsoomian territory I had ever seen.
It was crisscrossed in every direction with long
straight lines, sometimes running parallel and
sometimes converging toward some great circle.
The lines, she said, were waterways; the circles,
cities; and one far to the northwest of us she
pointed out as Helium. There were other cities
closer, but she said she feared to enter many of
them, as they were not all friendly toward Helium.

Finally, after studying the map carefully in the
moonlight which now flooded the room, I pointed
out a waterway far to the north of us which also
seemed to lead to Helium.

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" Does not this pierce your grandfather's terri
tory?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered, "but it is two hundred
miles north of us; it is one of the waterways we
crossed on the trip to Thark."

"They would never suspect that we would try
for that distant waterway," I answered, " and that
is why I think that it is the best route for our
escape."

Sola agreed with me, and it was decided that we
should leave Thark this same night ; just as quickly,
in fact, as I could find and saddle my thoats.
Sola was to ride one and Dejah Thoris and I
the other; each of us carrying sufficient food and
drink to last us for two days, since the animals
could not be urged too rapidly for so long a dis
tance.

I directed Sola to proceed with Dejah Thoris
along one of the less frequented avenues to the
southern boundary of the city, where I would over
take them with the thoats as quickly as possible;
then, leaving them to gather what food, silks, and
furs we were to need, I slipped quietly to the rear
of the first floor, and entered the courtyard, where
our animals were moving restlessly about, as was
their habit, before settling down for the night.
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In the shadows of the buildings and out beneath
the radiance of the Martian moons moved the
great herd of thoats and zitidars, the latter grunt
ing their low gutturals and the former occasionally
emitting the sharp squeal which denotes the almost
habitual state of rage in which these creatures
passed their existence. They were quieter now,
owing to the absence of man, but as they scented
me they became more restless and their hideous
noise increased. It was risky business, this enter
ing a paddock of thoats alone and at night; first,
because their increasing noisiness might warn the
near-by warriors that something was amiss, and
also because for the slightest cause, or for no cause
at all some great bull thoat might take it upon
himself to lead a charge upon me.

Having no desire to awaken their nasty tem
pers upon such a night as this, where so much
depended upon secrecy and dispatch, I hugged the
shadows of the buildings, ready at an instant's
warning to leap into the safety of a near-by door
or window. Thus I moved silently to the great
gates which opened upon the street at the back
of the court, and as I neared the exit I called
softly to my two animals. How I thanked the
kind providence which had given me the fore-
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sight to win the love and confidence of these wild
dumb brutes, for presently from the far side of
the court I saw two huge bulks forcing their way
toward me through the surging mountains of flesh.

They came quite close to me, rubbing their
muzzles against my body and nosing for the bits
of food it was always my practice to reward them
with. Opening the gates I ordered the two great
beasts to pass out, and then slipping quietly after
them I closed the portals behind me.

I did not saddle or mount the animals there,
but instead walked quietly in the shadows of the
buildings toward an unfrequented avenue which
lead toward the point I had arranged to meet
Dejah Thoris and Sola. With the noiselessness
of disembodied spirits we moved stealthily along
the deserted streets, but not until we were within
sight of the plain beyond the city did I commence
to breathe freely. I was sure that Sola and Dejah
Thoris would find no difficulty in reaching our
rendezvous undetected, but with my great thoats
I was not so sure for myself, as it was quite
unusual for warriors to leave the city after dark;
in fact there was no place for them to go within
any but a long ride.

I reached the appointed meeting place safely,

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but as Dejah Thoris and Sola were not there I
led my animals into the entrance hall of one of
the large buildings. Presuming that one of the
other women of the same household may have
come in to speak to Sola, and so delayed their
departure, I did not feel any undue apprehension
until nearly an hour had passed without a sign of
them, and by the time another half hour had
crawled away I was becoming filled with grave
anxiety. Then there broke upon the stillness of
the night the sound of an approaching party,
which, from the noise, I know could be no fugi
tives creeping stealthily toward liberty. Soon the
party was near me, and from the black shadows
of my entrance way I perceived a score of mounted
warriors, who, in passing, dropped a dozen words
that fetched my heart clean into the top of my
head.

" He would likely have arranged to meet them
just without the city, and so — " I heard no more,
they had passed on; but it was enough. Our plan
had been discovered, and the chances for escape
from now on to the fearful end would be small
indeed. My one hope now was to return unde
tected to the quarters of Dejah Thoris and learn
what fate had overtaken her, but how: to do it

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with these great monstrous thoats upon my hands,
now that the city probably was aroused by the
knowledge of my escape was a problem of no
mean proportions.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me, and acting
on my knowledge of the construction of the build
ings of these ancient Martian cities with a hollow
court within the center of each square, I groped
my way blindly through the dark chambers, calling
the great thoats after me. They had difficulty in
negotiating some of the doorways, but as the
buildings fronting the city's principal exposures
were all designed upon a magnificent scale, they
were able to wriggle through without sticking fast ;
and thus we finally made the inner court where I
found, as I had expected, the usual carpet of
moss-like vegetation which would prove their food
and drink until I could return them to their own
enclosure. That they would be as quiet and con-
tented here as elsewhere I was confident, nor was
there but the remotest possibility that they would
be discovered, as the green men had no great
desire to enter these outlying buildings, which
were frequented by the only thing, I believe, which
caused them the sensation of fear — the great
white apes of Barsoom.

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Removing the saddle trappings, I hid them just
within the rear doorway of the building through
which we had entered the court, and, turning the
beasts loose, quickly made my way across the
court to the rear of the buildings upon the fur
ther side, and thence to the avenue beyond. Wait
ing in the doorway of the building until I was
assured 'that no one was approaching, I hurried
across to the opposite side and through the first
doorway to the court beyond; thus, crossing
through court after court with only the slight
chance of detection which the necessary crossing of
the avenues entailed, I made my way in safety to
the courtyard in the rear of Dejah Thoris' quarters.

Here, of course, I found the beasts of the war
riors who quartered in the adjacent buildings, and
the warriors themselves I might expect to meet
within if I entered; but, fortunately for me, I had
another and safer method of reaching the upper
story where Dejah Thoris should be found, and,
after first determining as nearly as possible which
of the buildings she occupied, for I had never
observed them before from the court side, I took
advantage of my relatively great strength and
agility and sprang upward until I grasped the sill
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in the rear of her apartment. Drawing myself
inside the room I moved stealthily toward the
front of the building, and not until I had quite
reached the doorway of her room was I made
aware by voices that it was occupied.

I did not rush headlong in, but listened without
to assure myself that it was Dejah Thoris and that
it was safe to venture within. It was well indeed
that I took this precaution, for the conversation
I heard was in the low gutturals of men, and the
words which finally came to me proved a most
timely warning. The speaker was a chieftain and
he was giving orders to four of his warriors.

"And when he returns to this chamber," he was
saying, " as he surely will when he finds she does
not meet him at the city's edge, you four are to
spring upon him and disarm him. It will require
the combined strength of all of you to do it if the
reports they bring back from Korad are correct.
When you have him fast bound bear him to the
vaults beneath the jeddak's quarters and chain
him securely where he may be found when Tal
Hajus wishes him. Allow him to speak with none,
nor permit any other to enter this apartment before
he comes. There will be no danger of the girl
returning, for by this time she is safe in the arms
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ef Tal Hajus, and may all her ancestors have pity
upon her, for Tal Hajus will have none ; the great
Sarkoja has done a noble night's work. I go, and
if you fail to capture him when he comes, I com
mend your carcasses to the cold bosom of Iss."

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AS the speaker ceased he turned to leave the
•*• ^-apartment by the door where I was stand
ing, but I needed to wait no longer; I had heard
enough to fill my soul with dread, and stealing
quietly away I returned to the courtyard by the
way I had come. My plan of action was formed
upon the instant, and crossing the square and the
bordering avenue upon the opposite side I soon
stood within the courtyard of Tal Hajus.

The brilliantly lighted apartments of the first
floor told me where first to seek, and advancing
to the windows I peered within. I soon discovered
that my approach was not to be the easy thing I
had hoped, for the rear rooms bordering the court
were filled with warriors and women. I then
glanced up at the stories above, discovering that
the third was apparently unlighted, and so decided
to make my entrance to the building from that
point. It was the work of but a moment for me
to reach the windows above, and soon I had drawn
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myself within the sheltering shadows of the un-
lighted third floor.

Fortunately the room I had selected was unten-
anted, and creeping noiselessly to the corridor
beyond I discovered a light in the apartments
ahead of me. Reaching what appeared to be a
doorway I discovered that it was but an opening
upon an immense inner chamber which towered
from the first floor, two stories below me, to the
dome-like roof of the building, high above my
head. The floor of this great circular hall was
thronged with chieftains, warriors and women,
and at one end was a great raised platform upon
which squatted the most hideous beast I had ever
put my eyes upon. 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.
There was not a mark of dignity or pride upon
his bestial countenance, while his enormous bulk
spread itself out upon the platform where he
squatted like some huge devil fish, his six limbs
accentuating the similarity in a horrible and star
tling manner.

But the sight that froze me with apprehension
was that of Dejah Thoris and Sola standing there
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before him, and the fiendish leer of him as he let
his great protruding eyes gloat upon the lines of
her beautiful figure. She was speaking, but I
could not hear what she said, nor could I make
out the low grumbling of his reply. She stood
there erect before him, her head high held, and
even at the distance I was from them I could read
the scorn and disgust upon her face as she let her
haughty glance rest without sign of fear upon him.
She was indeed the proud daughter of a thousand
jeddaks, every inch of her dear, precious little
body; so small, so frail beside the towering war
riors around her, but in her majesty dwarfing
them into insignificance; she was the mightiest
figure among them and I verily believe that they
felt it.

Presently Tal Hajus made a sign that the
chamber be cleared, and that the prisoners be left
alone before him. Slowly the chieftains, the war
riors and the women melted away into the shadows
of the surrounding chambers, and Dejah Thoris
and Sola stood alone before the jeddak of the
Tharks.

One chieftain alone had hesitated before depart
ing; I saw him standing in the shadows of a mighty
column, his fingers nervously toying with the hilt
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of his great-sword and his cruel eyes bent in implac
able hatred upon Tal Hajus. It was Tars Tarkas,
and I could read his thoughts as they were an open
book for the undisguised loathing upon his face.
He was thinking of that other woman who, forty
years ago, had stood before this beast, and could
I have spoken a word into his ear at that moment
the reign of Tal Hajus would have been over;
but finally he also strode from the room, not know
ing that he left his own daughter at the mercy of
the creature he most loathed.

Tal Hajus arose, and I, half fearing, half antici
pating his intentions, hurried to the winding run
way which led to the floors below. No one was
near to intercept me, and I reached the main floor
of the chamber unobserved, taking my station in
the shadow of the same column that Tars Tarkas
had but just deserted. As I reached the floor
Tal Hajus was speaking.

" Princess of Helium, I might wring a mighty
ransom from your people would I but return you
to them unharmed, but a thousand times rather
would I watch that beautiful face writhe in the
agony of torture ; it shall be long drawn out, that
I promise you: ten days of pleasure were all too
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terrors of your death shall haunt the slumbers of
the red men through all the ages to come; they
will shudder in the shadows of the night as their
fathers tell them of the awful vengeance of the
green men ; of the power and might and hate and
cruelty of Tal Hajus. But before the torture you
shall be mine for one short hour, and word of that
too shall go forth to Tardos Mors, Jeddak of
Helium, your grandfather, that he may grovel
upon the ground in the agony of his sorrow.
Tomorrow the torture will commence; tonight
thou art Tal Hajus' ; come ! "

He sprang down from the platform and grasped
her roughly by the arm, but scarcely had he touched
her than I leaped between them. My short-sword,
sharp and gleaming was in my right hand ; I could
have plunged it into his putrid heart before he
realized that I was upon him ; but as I raised my
arm to strike I thought of Tars Tarkas, and, with
all my rage, with all my hatred, I could not rob
him of that sweet moment for which he had lived
and hoped all these long, weary years, and so,
instead, I swung my good right fist full upon the
point of his jaw. Without a sound he slipped to
the floor as one dead.

In the same deathly silence I grasped Dejah
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Thoris by the hand, and motioning to Sola to fol
low we sped noiselessly from the chamber and to
the floor above. Unseen we reached a rear win
dow and with the straps and leather of my trap
pings I lowered, first Sola and then Dejah Thoris
to the ground below. Dropping lightly after them
I drew them rapidly around the court in the
shadows of the buildings, and thus we returned
over the same course I had so recently followed
from the distant boundary of the city.

We finally came upon my thoats in the court
yard where I had left them, and placing the trap
pings upon them we hastened through the build
ing to the avenue beyond. Mounting, Sola upon
one beast, and Dejah Thoris behind me upon the
other, we rode from the city of Thark through the
hills to the south.

Instead of circling back around the city to the
northwest and toward the nearest waterway which
lay so short a distance from us, we turned to the
northeast and struck out upon the mossy waste
across which, for two hundred dangerous and
weary miles, lay another main artery leading to
Helium.

No word was spoken until we had left the city
for behind, but I could hear the quiet sobbing of
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Dejah Thoris as she clung to me with her dear
head resting against my shoulder.

" If we make it, my chieftain, the debt of
Helium will be a mighty one; greater than she
can every pay you; and should we not make it,"
she continued, " the debt is no less, though Helium
will never know, for you have saved the last of
our line from worse than death."

I did not answer, but instead reached to my side
and pressed the little fingers of her I loved where
they clung to me for support, and then, in un
broken silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit
moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts.
For my part I could not be other than joyful had I
tried, with Dejah Thoris' warm body pressed close
to mine, and with all our unpassed danger my
heart was singing as gaily as though we were
already entering the gates of Helium.

Our earlier plans had been so sadly upset that
we now found ourselves without food or drink,
and I alone was armed. We therefore urged our
beasts to a speed that must tell on them sorely
before we could hope to sight the ending of the
first stage of our journey.

We rode all night and all the following day
with only a few short rests. On the second night
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both we and our animals were completely fagged,
and so we lay down upon the moss and slept for
some five or six hours, taking up the journey once
more before daylight. All the following day we
rode, and when, late in the afternoon we had
sighted no distant trees, the mark of the great
waterways throughout all Barsoom, the terrible
truth flashed upon us — we were lost.

Evidently we had circled, but which way it was
difficult to say, nor did it seem possible with the
sun to guide us by day and the moons and stars
by night. At any rate no waterway was in sight,
and the entire party was almost ready to drop
from hunger, thirst and fatigue. Far ahead of
us and a trifle to the right we could distinguish
the outlines of low mountains. These we decided
to attempt to reach in the hope that from some
ridge we might discern the missing waterway.
Night fell upon us before we reached our goal,
and, almost fainting from weariness and weakness,
we lay down and slept.

I was awakened early in the morning by some
huge body pressing close to mine, and opening my
eyes with a start I beheld my blessed old Woola
snuggling close to me; the faithful brute had fol
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fate, whatever it might be. Putting my arms about
his neck I pressed my cheek close to his, nor am I
ashamed that I did it, nor of the tears that came
to my eyes as I thought of his love for me. Shortly
after this Dejah Thoris and Sola awakened, and
it was decided that we push on at once in an effort
to gain the hills.

We had gone scarcely a mile when I noticed
that my thoat was commencing to stumble and
stagger in a most pitiful manner, although we had
not attempted to force them out of a walk since
about noon of the preceding day. Suddenly he
lurched wildly to one side and pitched violently to
the ground. Dejah Thoris and I were thrown
clear of him and fell upon the soft moss with
scarcely a jar; but the poor beast was in a pitiable
condition, not even being able to rise, although
relieved of our weight. Sola told me that the
coolness of the night, when it fell, together with
the rest would doubtless revive him, and so I
decided not to kill him, as was my first intention,
as I had thought it cruel to leave him alone there
to die of hunger and thirst. Relieving him of his
trappings, which I flung down beside him, we left
the poor fellow to his fate, and pushed on with
the one thoat as best we could. Sola and I walked,
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making Dejah Thoris ride, much against her will.
In this way we had progressed to within about a
mile of the hills we were endeavoring to reach
when Dejah Thoris, from her point of vantage
upon the thoat, cried out that she saw a great
party of mounted men filing down from a pass in
the hills several miles away. Sola and I both
looked in the direction she indicated, and there,
plainly discernible, were several hundred mounted
warriors. They seemed to be headed in a south
westerly direction, which would take them away
from us.

They doubtless were Thark warriors who had
been sent out to capture us, and we breathed a
great sigh of relief that they were traveling in the
opposite direction. Quickly lifting Dejah Thoris
from the thoat, I commanded the animal to lie
down and we three then did the same, presenting
as small an object as possible for fear of attract
ing the attention of the warriors toward us.

We could see them as they filed out of the pass,
just for an instant, before they were lost to view
behind a friendly ridge; to us a most providential
ridge; since, had they been in view for any great
length of time, they scarcely could have failed to
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rior came into view from the pass, he halted and,
to our consternation, threw his small but powerful
fieldglass to his eye and scanned the sea bottom in
all directions. Evidently he was a chieftain, for in
certain marching formations among the green men
a chieftain brings up at the extreme rear of the
column. As his glass swung toward us our hearts
stopped in our breasts, and I could feel the cold
sweat start from every pore in my body.

Presently it swung full upon us and — stopped.
The tension on our nerves was near the breaking
point, and I doubt if any of us breathed for the
few moments he held us covered by his glass ; and
then he lowered it and we could see him shout a
command to the warriors who had passed from
our sight behind the ridge. He did not wait for
them to join him, however, instead he wheeled
his thoat and came tearing madly in our direction.

There was but one slight chance and that we
must take quickly. Raising my strange Martian
rifle to my shoulder I sighted and touched the
button which controlled the trigger; there was a
sharp explosion as the missile reached its goal,
and the charging chieftain pitched backward from
his flying mount.

Springing to my feet I urged the thoat to rise,
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and directed Sola to take Dejah Thorls with her
upon him and make a mighty effort to reach the
hills before the green warriors were upon us. I
knew that in the ravines and gullies they might
find a temporary hiding place, and even though
they died there of hunger and thirst it would be
better so than that they fell into the hands of
the Tharks. Forcing my two revolvers upon them
as a slight means of protection, and, as a last
resort, as an escape for themselves from the horrid
death which recapture would surely mean, I lifted
Dejah Thoris in my arms and placed her upon
the thoat behind Sola, who had already mounted
at my command.

"Good-bye, my princess," I whispered, "we
may meet in Helium yet. I have escaped from
worse plights than this," and I tried to smile as
I lied.

"What," she cried, "are you not coming with
us?"

"How may I, Dejah Thoris? Some one must
hold these fellows off for a while, and I can better
escape them alone than could the three of us
together."

She sprang quickly from the thoat and, throw
ing her dear arms about my neck, turned to Sola,
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saying with quiet dignity: "Fly, Sola! Dejah
Thoris remains to die with the man she loves."

Those words are engraved upon my heart. Ah,
gladly would I give up my life a thousand times
could I only hear them once again; but I could
not then give even a second to the rapture of her
sweet embrace, and pressing my lips to hers for
the first time, I picked her up bodily and tossed
her to her seat behind Sola again, commanding the
latter in peremptory tones to hold her there by
force, and then, slapping the thoat upon the flank,
I saw them borne away; Dejah Thoris struggling
to the last to free herself from Sola's grasp.

Turning, I beheld the green warriors mounting
the ridge and looking for their chieftain. In a
moment they saw him, and then me; but scarcely
had they discovered me than I commenced firing,
lying flat upon my belly in the moss. I had an
even hundred rounds in the magazine of my rifle,
and another hundred in the belt at my back, and I
kept up a continuous stream of fire until I saw all
of the warriors who had been first to return from
behind the ridge either dead or scurrying to cover.

My respite was short lived however, for soon
the entire party, numbering some thousand men,
came charging into view, racing madly toward me.
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I fired until my rifle was empty and they were
almost upon me, and then a glance showing me
that Dejah Thoris and Sola had disappeared
among the hills, I sprang up, throwing down my
useless gun, and started away in the direction
opposite to that taken by Sola and her charge.

If ever Martians had an exhibition of jumping,
it was granted those astonished warriors on that
day long years ago, but while it led them away
from Dejah Thoris it did not distract their atten
tion from endeavoring to capture me.

They raced wildly after me until, finally, my
foot struck a projecting piece of quartz, and down,
I went sprawling upon the moss. As I looked up
they were upon me, and although I drew my long-
sword in an attempt to sell my life as dearly as
possible, it was soon over. I reeled beneath their
blows which fell upon me in perfect torrents ; my
head swam; all was black, and I went down
beneath them to oblivion.

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IT must have been several hours before I re
gained consciousness and I well remember the
feeling of surprise which cwept over me as I
realized that I was not dead.

I was lying among a pile of sleeping silks and
furs in the corner of a small room in which were
several green warriors, and bending over me was
an ancient and ugly female.

As I opened my eyes she turned to one of the
warriors, saying,

"He will live, O, Jed."

" 'Tis well," replied the one so addressed, ris
ing and approaching my couch, " he should render
rare sport for the great games."

And now as my eyes fell upon him, I saw that
he was no Thark, for his ornaments and metal
were not of that horde. He was a huge fellow,
terribly scarred about the face and chest, and with
one broken tusk and a missing ear. Strapped on
either breast were human skulls and depending
from these a number of dried human hands.
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His reference to the great games of which I
had heard so much while among the Tharks con
vinced me that I had but jumped from purgatory
into gehenna.

After a few more words with the female, during
which she assured him that I was now fully fit
to travel, the jed ordered that we mount and ride
after the main column.

I was strapped securely to as wild and unman
ageable a thoat as I had ever seen, and, with a
mounted warrior on either side to prevent the
beast from bolting, we rode forth at a furious pace
in pursuit of the column. My wounds gave me
but little pain, so wonderfully and rapidly had the
applications and injections of the female exer
cised their therapeutic powers, and so deftly had
she bound and plastered the injuries.

Just before dark we reached the main body of
troops shortly after they had made camp for the
night. I was immediately taken before the leader,
who proved to be the jeddak of the hordes of
Warhoon.

Like the jed who had brought me, he was fright
fully scarred, and also decorated with the breast
plate of human skulls and dried dead hands which
seemed to mark all the greater warriors among
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the Warhoons, as well as to indicate their awful
ferocity, which greatly transcends even that of the
Tharks.

The jeddak, Bar Comas, who was compara
tively young, was the object of the fierce and
jealous hatred of his old lieutenant, Dak Kova,
the jed who had captured me, and I could not but
note the almost studied efforts which the latter
made to affront his superior.

He entirely omitted the usual formal saluta
tion as we entered the presence of the jeddak, and
as he pushed me roughly before the ruler he
exclaimed in a loud and menacing voice,

u I have brought a strange creature wearing the
metal of a Thark whom it is my pleasure to have
battle with a wild thoat at the great games."

"He will die as Bar Comas, your jeddak, sees
fit, if at all," replied the young ruler, with em
phasis and dignity.

" If at all ? " roared Dak Kova. " By the dead
hands at my throat but he shall die, Bar Comas.
No maudlin weakness on your part shall save
him. O, would that Warhoon were ruled by a
real jeddak rather than by a water-hearted weak
ling from whom even old Dak Kova could tear
the metal with his bare hands 1 "
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Bar Comas eyed the defiant and insubordinate
chieftain for an instant, his expression one of
haughty, fearless contempt and hate, and then
without drawing a weapon and without uttering a
»word he hurled himself at the throat of his
defamer.

I never before had seen two green Martian
warriors battle with nature's weapons and the
exhibition of animal ferocity which ensued was
as fearful a thing as the most disordered imagina
tion could picture. They tore at each others' eyes
and ears with their hands and with their gleaming
tusks repeatedly slashed and gored until both were
cut fairly to ribbons from head to foot.

Bar Comas had much the better of the battle
as he was stronger, quicker and more intelligent.
It soon seemed that the encounter was done sav
ing only the final death thrust when Bar Comas
slipped in breaking away from a clinch. It was
the one little opening that Dak Kova needed, and
hurling himself at the body of his adversary he
buried his single mighty tusk in Bar Comas' groin
and with a last powerful effort ripped the young
jeddak wide open the full length of his body, the
great tusk finally wedging in the bones of Bar
Comas' jaw. Victor and vanquished rolled limp
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and lifeless upon the moss, a huge mass of torn
and bloody flesh.

Bar Comas was stone dead, and only the most
herculean efforts on the part of Dak Kova's
females saved him from the fate he deserved.
Three days later he walked without assistance to
the body of Bar Comas which, by custom, had not
been moved from where it fell, and placing his
foot upon the neck of his erstwhile ruler he
assumed the title of Jeddak of Warhoon.

The dead jeddak's hands and head were
removed to be added to the ornaments of his
conqueror, and then his women cremated what
remained, amid wild and terrible laughter.

The injuries to Dak Kova had delayed the
march so greatly that it was decided to give up
the expedition, which was a raid upon a small
Thark community in retaliation for the destruc
tion of the incubator, until after the great games,
and the entire body of warriors, ten thousand in
number, turned back toward Warhoon.

My introduction to these cruel and blood
thirsty people was but an index to the scenes I
witnessed almost daily while with them. They
are a smaller horde than the Tharks but much
more ferocious. Not a day passed but that some
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members of the various Warhoon communities
met in deadly combat. I have seen as high as
eight mortal duels within a single day.

We reached the city of Warhoon after some
three days march and I was immediately cast
into a dungeon and heavily chained to the floor
arid walls. Food was brought me at intervals but
owing to the utter darkness of the place I do not
know whether I lay there days, or weeks, or
months. It was the most horrible experience of
all my life and that my mind did not give way to
the terrors of that inky blackness has been a
wonder to me ever since. The place was filled
with creeping, crawling things; cold, sinuous
bodies passed over me when I lay down, and in
the darkness I occasionally caught glimpses of
gleaming, fiery eyes, fixed in horrible intentness
upon me. No sound reached me from the world
'above and no word would my jailer vouchsafe
when my food was brought to me, although I at
first bombarded him with questions.

Finally all the hatred and maniacal loathing for
these awful creatures who had placed me in this
horrible place was centered by my tottering reason
upon this single emissary who represented to me
the entire horde of Warhoons.
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I had noticed that he always advanced with
his dim torch to where he could place the food
within my reach and as he stooped to place it upon
the floor his head was about on a level with my
breast. So, with the cunning of a madman, I
backed into the far corner of my cell when next
I heard him approaching and gathering a little
slack of the great chain which held me in my hand
I waited his coming, crouching like some beast of
prey. As he stooped to place my food upon the
ground I swung the chain above my head and
crashed the links with all my strength upon his
skull. Without a sound he slipped to the floor,
stone dead.

Laughing and chattering like the idiot I was
fast becoming I fell upon his prostrate form my
fingers feeling for his dead throat. Presently they
came in contact with a small chain at the end of
which dangled a number of keys. The touch of
my fingers on these keys brought back my reason
with the suddenness of thought. No longer was I
a jibbering idiot, but a sane, reasoning man with
the means of escape within my very hands.

As I was groping to remove the chain from
about my victim's neck I glanced up into the dark
ness to see six pairs of gleaming eyes fixed, unwink-

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ing, upon me. Slowly they approached and slowly
I shrank back from the awful horror of them.
Back into my corner I crouched holding my hands,
palms out, before me, and stealthily on came the
awful eyes until they reached the dead body at my
feet. Then slowly they retreated but this time
with a strange grating sound and finally they
disappeared in some black and distant recess of
my dungeon.

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BATTLING IN THE ARENA

SLOWLY I regained my composure and finally
essayed again to attempt to remove the keys
from the dead body of my former jailer. But as
I reached out into the darkness to locate it I
found to my horror that it was gone. Then the
truth flashed on me; the owners of those gleaming
eyes had dragged my prize away from me to be
devoured in their neighboring lair; as they had
been waiting for days, for weeks, for months,
through all this awful eternity of my imprison
ment to drag my dead carcass to their feast.

For two days no food was brought me, but
then a new messenger appeared and my incarcera
tion went on as before, but not again did I allow
my reason to be submerged by the horror of my
position.

Shortly after this episode another prisoner was

brought in and chained near me. By the dim

torch light I saw that he was a red Martian and

I could scarcely await the departure of his guards

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to address him. As their retreating footsteps died
away in the distance, I called out softly the Mar
tian word of greeting, kaor.

"Who are you who speaks out of the dark
ness ? " he answered.

"John Carter, a friend of the red men of
Helium."

" I am of Helium," he said, " but I do not regall
your name."

And then I told him my story as I have written
it here, omitting only any reference to my love for
Dejah Thoris. He was much excited by the news
of Helium's princess and seemed quite positive
that she and Sola could easily have reached a point
of safety from where they left me. He said that
he knew the place well because the defile through
which the Warhoon warriors had passed when
they discovered us was the only one ever used by
them when marching to the south.

"Dejah Thoris and Sola entered the hills not
five miles from a great waterway and are now
probably quite safe," he assured me.

My fellow prisoner was Kantos Kan, a padwar

(lieutenant) in the navy of Helium. He had

been a member of the ill-fated expedition which.

had fallen into the hands of the Tharks at the

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time of Dejah Thoris' capture, and he briefly
related the events which followed the defeat of the
battleships.

Badly injured and only partially manned they
had limped slowly toward Helium, but while
passing near the city of Zodanga, the capital of
Helium's hereditary enemies among the red men
of Barsoom, they had been attacked by a great
body of war vessels and all but the craft to which
Kantos Kan belonged were either destroyed or
captured. His vessel was chased for days by
three of the Zodangan war ships but finally escaped
during the darkness of a moonless night.

Thirty days after the capture of Dejah Thoris,
or about the time of our coming to Thark, his
vessel had reached Helium with about ten sur
vivors of the original crew of seven hundred
officers and men. Immediately seven great fleets,
each of one hundred mighty war ships, had been
dispatched to search for Dejah Thoris, and from
these vessels two thousand smaller craft had been
kept out continuously in futile search for the
missing princess.

Two green Martian communities had been
wiped off the face of Barsoom by the avenging
fleets, but no trace of Dejah Thoris had been
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found. They had been searching among the
northern hordes, and only within the past few
days had they extended their quest to the south.

Kantos Kan had been detailed to one of the
small one man fliers and had had the misfortune
to be discovered by the Warhoons while exploring
their city. The bravery and daring of the man
won my greatest respect and admiration. Alone
he had landed at the city's boundary and on foot
had penetrated to the buildings surrounding the
plaza. For two days and nights he had explored
their quarters and their dungeons in search of his
beloved princess only to fall into the hands of
a party of Warhoons as he was about to leave,
after assuring himself that Dejah Thoris was not
a captive there.

During the period of our incarceration Kantos
Kan and I became well acquainted, and formed a
\wrrn personal friendship. A few days only
elapsed, however, before we were dragged forth
from our dungeon for the great games. We were
conducted early one morning to an enormous
amphitheater, which instead of having been built
upon the surface of the ground was excavated
below the surface. It had partially filled with
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was difficult to say. In its present condition it
held the entire twenty thousand Warhoons of the
assembled hordes.

The arena was immense but1 extremely uneven
and unkempt. Around it the Warhoons had piled
building stone from -some of the ruined edifices
of the ancient city to prevent the animals and the
captives from escaping into the audience, and at
each end had been constructed cages to hold them
until their turns came to meet some horrible death
upon the arena.

Kantos Kan and I were confined together in
one of the cages. In the others were wild calots,
thoats, mad zitidars, green warriors, and women
of other hordes, and many strange and ferocious
wild beasts of Barsoom which I had never before
seen. The din of their roaring, growling and
squealing was deafening and the formidable
appearance of any one of them was enough to
make the stoutest heart feel grave forebodings.

Kantos Kan explained to me that at the end of
the day one of these prisoners would gain freedom
and the others would lie dead about the arena.
The winners in the various contests of the day
would be pitted against each other until only two
remained alive; the victor in the last encounter
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being set free, whether animal or man. The fol
lowing morning the cages would be filled with a
new consignment of victims, and so on throughout
the ten days of the games.

Shortly after we had been caged the amphi
theater began to fill and within an hour every
available part of the seating space was occupied.
Dak Kova, with his jeds and chieftains, sat at the
center of one side of the arena upon a large raised
platform.

At a signal from Dak Kova the doors of two
cages were thrown open and a dozen green Mar
tian females were driven to the center of the arena.
Each was given a dagger and then, at the far end,
a pack of twelve calots, or wild dogs were loosed
upon them.

As the brutes, growling and foaming, rushed
upon the almost defenseless women I turned my
head that I might not see the horrid sight. The
yells and laughter of the green horde bore witness
to the excellent quality of the sport and when I
turned back to the arena, as Kantos Kan told me
it was over, I saw three victorious calots, snarling
and growling over the bodies of their prey. The
women had given a good account of themselves.

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remaining dogs, and so it went throughout the
long, hot, horrible day.

During the day I was pitted against first men
and then beasts, but as I was armed with a long-
sword and always outclassed my adversary in
agility and generally in strength as well, it proved
but child's play to me. Time and time again I
won the applause of the bloodthirsty multitude,
and toward the end there were cries that I be
taken from the arena and be made a member of
the hordes of Warhoon.

Finally there were but three of us left, a great
green warrior of some far northern horde, Kantos
Kan, and myself. The other two were to battle
and then I to fight the conqueror for the liberty
which was accorded the final winner.

Kantos Kan had fought several times during
the day and like myself had always proven vic
torious, but occasionally by the smallest of margins,
especially when pitted against the green warriors,
I had little hope that he could best his giant adver
sary who had mowed down all before him during
the day. The fellow towered nearly sixteen feet
in height, while Kantos Kan was some inches under
six feet As they advanced to meet one another
I saw for the first time a trick of Martian swords-

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manship which centered Kantos Kan's every hope
of victory and life on one cast of the dice, for, as
he came to within about twenty feet of the huge
fellow he threw his sword arm far behind him
over his shoulder and with a mighty sweep hurled
his weapon point foremost at the green warrior.
It flew true as an arrow and piercing the poor
devil's heart laid him dead upon the arena.

Kantos Kan and I were now pitted against each
other but as we approached to the encounter I
whispered to him to prolong the battle until nearly
dark in the hope that we might find some means
of escape. The horde evidently guessed that we
had no hearts to fight each other and so they
howled in rage as neither of us placed a fatal
thrust. Just as I saw the sudden coming of dark
I whispered to Kantos Kan to thrust his sword
between my left arm and my body. As he did
so I staggered back clasping the sword tightly with
my arm and thus fell to the ground with his
weapon apparently protruding from my chest.
Kantos Kan perceived my coup and stepping
quickly to my side he placed his foot upon my
neck and withdrawing his sword from my body
gave me the final death blow through the neck
wmch is supposed to sever the jugular vein, but
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in this instance the cold blade slipped harmlessly
into the sand of the arena. In the darkness which
had now fallen none could tell but that he had
really finished me. I whispered to him to go and
claim his freedom and then look for me in the hills
east of the city, and so he left me.

When the amphitheater had cleared I crept
stealthily to the top and as the great excavation
lay far from the plaza and in an untenanted por
tion of the great dead city I had little trouble in
reaching the hills beyond.

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FOR two days I waited there for Kantos Kan,
but as he did not come I started off on foot
in a northwesterly direction toward a point
where he had told me lay the nearest waterway.
My only food consisted of vegetable milk from
the plants which gave so bounteously of this price
less fluid.

Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling
through the nights guided only by the stars and
hiding during the days behind some protruding
rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
Several times I was attacked by wild beasts;
strange, uncouth monstrosities that leaped upon
me in the dark, so that I had ever to grasp my
long-sword in my hand that I might be ready for
them. Usually my strange, -newly acquired tele
pathic power warned me in ample time, but once
I was down with vicious fangs at my jugular and a
hairy face pressed close to mine before I knew
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What manner of thing was upon me I did not
know, but that it was large and heavy and many-
legged I could feel. My hands were at its throat
before the fangs had a chance to bury themselves
in my neck, and slowly I forced the hairy face
from me and closed my fingers, vise-like, upon its
windpipe.

Without sound we lay there, the beast exerting
every effort to reach me with those awful fangs,
and I straining to maintain my grip and choke the
life from it as I kept it from my throat. Slowly
my arms gave to the unequal struggle, and inch by
inch the burning eyes and gleaming tusks of my
antagonist crept toward me, until, as the hairy face
touched mine again, I realized that all was over.
And then a living mass of destruction sprang from
the surrounding darkness full upon the creature
that held me pinioned to the ground. The two
rolled growling upon the moss, tearing and rend
ing one another in a frightful manner, but it was
soon over and my preserver: stood with lowered
head above the throat of the dead thing which
would have killed me.

The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above
the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian
scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola,
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but from whence he had come, or how found me,
I was at a loss to know. That I was glad of his
companionship it is needless to say, but my pleasure
at seeing him was tempered by anxiety as to the
reason of his leaving Dejah Thoris. Only her
death I felt sure, could account for his absence
from her, so faithful I knew him to be to my
commands.

By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw
that he was but a shadow of his former self, and
as he turned from my caress and commenced
greedily to devour the dead carcass at my feet I
realized that the poor fellow was more than half
starved. I, myself, was in but little better plight
but I could not bring myself to eat the uncooked
flesh and I had no means of making a fire. When
Woola had finished his meal I again took up my
weary and seemingly endless wandering in quest
of the elusive waterway.

At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search
I was overjoyed to see the high trees that denoted
the object of my search. About noon I dragged
myself wearily to the portals of a huge building
which covered perhaps four square miles and
towered two hundred feet in the air. It showed
no aperture in the mighty walls other than the
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tiny door at which I sank exhausted, nor was there
any sign of life about it.

I could find no bell or other method of making
my presence known to the inmates of the place,
unless a small round hole in the wall near the door
was for that purpose. It was of about the bigness
of a lead pencil and thinking that it might be in
the nature of a speaking tube I put my mouth to
it and was about to call into it when a voice issued
from it asking me whom I might be, where from,
and the nature of my errand.

I explained that I had escaped from the War-
hoons and was dying of starvation and exhaustion.

"You wear the metal of a green warrior and
are followed by a calot, yet you are of the figure
of a red man. In color you are neither green nor
red. In the name of the ninth day, what manner
of creature are you?"

"I am a friend of the red men of Barsoom
and I am starving. In the name of humanity open
to us," I replied.

Presently the door commenced to recede before
me until it had sunk into the wall fifty feet, then it
•stopped and slid easily to the left, exposing a short,
narrow corridor of concrete, at the further end of
which was another door, similar in every respect
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to the one I had just passed. No one was in sight,
yet immediately we passed the first door it slid
gently into place behind us and receded rapidly to
its original position in the front wall of the build
ing. As the door had slipped aside I had noted its
great thickness, fully twenty feet, and as it reached
its place once more after closing behind us, great
cylinders of steel had dropped from the ceiling
behind it and fitted their lower ends into apertures
countersunk in the floor.

A second and a third door receded before me
and slipped to one side as the first, before I reached
a large inner chamber where I found food and
drink set out upon a great stone table. A voice
directed me to satisfy my hunger and to feed my
calot, and while I was thus engaged my invisible
host put me through a severe and searching cross-
examination.

"Your statements are most remarkable," said
the voice, on concluding its questioning, "bat you
are evidently speaking the truth, and it is equally
evident that you are not of Barsoom. I can tell
that by the conformation of your brain and the
strange location of your internal organs and the
shape and size of your heart."

" Can you see through me ? " I exclaimed.
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" Yes, I can see all but your thoughts, and were
you a Barsoomian I could read those."

Then a door opened at the far side of the
chamber and a strange, dried up, little mummy of
a man came toward me. He wore but a single
article of clothing or adornment, a small collar of
gold from which depended upon his chest a great
ornament as large as a dinner plate set solid with
huge diamonds, except for the exact center which
was occupied by a strange stone, an inch in diam
eter, that scintillated nine different and distinct
rays; the seven colors of our earthly prism and
two beautiful rays which, to me, were new and
nameless. I cannot describe them any more than
you could describe red to a blind man. I only
know that they were beautiful in the extreme.

The old man sat and talked with me for hours,
and the strangest part of our intercourse was that
I could read his every thought while he could not
fathom an iota from my mind unless I spoke.

I did not apprise him of my ability to sense his
mental operations, and thus I learned a great deal
which proved of immense value to me later and
which I would never have known had he suspected
my strange power, for the Martians have such
perfect control of their mental machinery that they
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are able to direct their thoughts with absolute
precision.

The building in which I found myself contained
the machinery which produces that artificial atmos
phere which sustains life on Mars. The secret of
the entire process hinges on the use of the ninth
ray, one of the beautiful scintillations which I had
noted emanating from the great stone in my host's
diadem.

This ray is separated from the other rays of
the sun by means of finely adjusted instruments
placed upon the roof of the huge building, three-
quarters of which is used for reservoirs in which
the ninth ray b stored. This product is then
treated electrically, or rather certain proportions
of refined electric vibrations are incorporated with
it, and the result is then pumped to the five pitn-
'cipal air centers of the planet where, as it is re
leased, contact with the ether of space transforms
it into atmosphere.

There is always sufficient reserve of the ninth
ray stored in the great building to maintain the
present Martian atmosphere for a thousand years,
and the only fear, as my new friend told me, was
that some accident might befall the pumping
apparatus.

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He led me to an inner chamber where I beheld
a battery of twenty radium pumps any one of
which was equal to the task of furnishing all Mars
with the atmosphere compound. For eight
hundred years, he told me, he had watched these
pumps which are used alternately a day each at a
stretch, or a little over twenty-four and one-half
Earth hours. He has one assistant who divides
the watch with him. Half a Martian year, about
three hundred and forty-four of our days, each
of these men spend alone in this huge, isolated
plant.

Erery red Martian is taught during earliest
childhood the principles of the manufacture of
atmosphere, but only two at one time ever hold
the secret of ingress to the great building, which,
built as it is with walls a hundred and fifty feet
thick, is absolutely unassailable, even the roof
being guarded from assault by air craft by a glass
covering five feet thick.

The only fear they entertain of attack is from
the green Martians or some demented red man,
as all Barsoomians realize that the very existence
of every form of life on Mars is dependent upon
the uninterrupted working of this plant.

One curious fact I discovered as I watched his
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thoughts was that the outer doors are manipulated
by telepathic means. The locks are so finely
adjusted that the doors are released by the action
of a certain combination of thought waves. To
experiment with my new-found toy I thought to
surprise him into revealing this combination and
so I asked him in a casual manner how he had
managed to unlock the massive doors for me from
the inner chambers of the building. As quick as
a flash there leaped to his mind nine Martian
sounds, but as quickly faded as he answered that
this was a secret he must not divulge.

From then on his manner toward me changed
as though he feared that he had been surprised
into divulging his great secret, and I read sus
picion and fear in his looks and thoughts, though
his words were still fair.

Before I retired for the night he promised to
give me a letter to a near-by agricultural officer
who would help me on my way to Zodanga, which
he said, was the nearest Martian city.

" But be sure that you do not let them know
you are bound for Helium as they are at war with
that country. My assistant and I are of no
country, we belong to all Barsoom and this talis
man which we wear protects us in all lands, even
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among the green men — though we do not trust
ourselves to their hands if we can avoid it," he
added.

" And so good-night, my friend," he continued,
"may you have a long and restful sleep — yes, a
long sleep."

And though he smiled pleasantly I saw in his
thoughts the wish that he had never admitted me,
and then a picture of him standing over me in the
night, and the swift thrust of a long dagger and
the half formed words, " I am sorry, but it is for
the best good of Barsoom."

As he closed the door of my chamber behind
him his thoughts were cut off from me as was the
sight of him, which seemed strange to me in my
little knowledge of thought transference.

What was I to do? How could I escape
through these mighty walls? Easily could I kill
him now that I was warned, but once he was dead
I could no more escape, and with the stopping of
the machinery of the great plant I should die with
all the other inhabitants of the planet — all, even
Dejah Thoris were she not already dead. For
the others I did not give the snap of my Snger,
but the thought of Dejah Thoris drove from my
mind all desire to kill my mistaken host.
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Cautiously I openecl the door of my apartment
and, followed by Woola, sought the inner of the
great doors. A wild scheme had come to me; I
would attempt to force the great locks by the nine
thought waves I had read in my host's mind.

Creeping stealthily through corridor after cor
ridor and down winding runways which turned
hither and thither I finally reached the great hall
in which I had broken my long fast that morning.
Nowhere had I seen my host, nor did I know
where he kept himself by night.

I was on the point of stepping boldly out into
the room when a slight noise behind me warned
me back into the shadows of a recess in the cor
ridor. Dragging Woola after me I crouched low
in the darkness.

Presently the old man passed close by me, and
as he entered the dimly lighted chamber which
I had been about to pass through I saw that he
held a long thin dagger in his hand and that he
was sharpening it upon a stone. In his mind was
the decision to inspect the radium pumps, which
would take about thirty minutes, and then return
to my bed chamber and finish me.

As he passed through the great hall and disap
peared down the runway which led to the pump-
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room, I stole stealthily from my hiding place and
crossed to the great door, the inner of the three
which stood between me and liberty.

Concentrating my mind upon the massive lock
I hurled the nine thought waves against it. In
breathless expectancy I waited, when finally the
great door moved softly toward me and slid quietly
to one side. One after the other the remaining
mighty portals opened at my command and Woola
and I stepped forth into the darkness, free, but
little better off than we had been before, other
than that we had full stomachs.

Hastening away from the shadows of the for
midable pile I made for the first crossroad, intend
ing to strike the central turnpike as quickly as
possible. This I reached about morning and
entering the first enclosure I came to I searched
for some evidences of a habitation.

There were low rambling buildings of concrete
barred with heavy impassable doors, and no
amount of hammering and hallooing brought any
response. Weary and exhausted from sleepless
ness I threw myself upon the ground commanding
Woola to stand guard.

Some time later I was awakened by his frightful
growlings and opened my eyes to see three red

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Martians standing a short distance from us and
covering me with their rifles.

**I am unarmed and no enemy," I hastened to
explain. " I have been a prisoner among the green
men and am on my way to Zodanga. All I ask
is food and rest for myself and my calot and the
proper directions for reaching my destination."

They lowered their rifles and advanced pleas
antly toward me placing their right hands upon
my left shoulder, after the manner of their custom
of salute, and asking me many questions about
myself and my wanderings. They then took me
to the house of one of them which was only a
short distance away.

The buildings I had been hammering at in the
early morning were occupied only by stock and
farm produce, the house proper standing among a
grove of enormous trees, and, like all red-Mar
tian homes, had been raised at night some forty
or fifty feet from the ground on a large round
metal shaft which slid up or down within a sleeve
sunk in the ground, and was operated by a tiny
radium engine in the entrance hall of the buflding.
Instead of bothering with bolts and bars for their
dwellings, the red Martians simply run them up
out of harm's way during the night. They also
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have private means for lowering or raising them
from the ground without if they wish to go away
and leave them.

These brothers, with their wives and children, (
occupied three similar houses on this farm. They
did no work themselves, being government officers
in charge. The labor was performed by convicts,
prisoners of war, delinquent debtors and confirmed
bachelors who were too poor to pay the high
celibate tax which all red-Martian governments
impose.

They were the personification of cordiality and
hospitality and I spent several days with them,
resting and recuperating from my long and arduous
experiences.

When they had heard my story — I omitted all
reference to Dejah Thoris and the old man of the
atmosphere plant — they advised me to color my
body to more nearly resemble their own race and
then attempt to find employment in Zodanga,
either in the army or the navy.

"The chances are small that your tale will be
believed until after you have proven your trust
worthiness and won friends among the higher
nobles of the court. This you can most easily do
through military service, as we are a warlike

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people on Barsoom," explained one of them, " and
save our richest favors for the fighting man."

When I was ready to depart they furnished nie
with a small domestic bull thoat, such as is used
for saddle purposes by all red Martians. The
animal is about the size of a horse and quite gentle,
but in color and shape an exact replica of his huge
and fierce cousin of the wilds.

The brothers had supplied me with a reddish
oil with which I anointed my entire body and one
of them cut my hair, which had grown quite long,
in the prevailing fashion of the time, square at the
back and banged in front, so that I could have
passed anywhere upon Barsoom as a full-fledged
red Martian. My metal and ornaments were also
renewed in the style of a Zodangan gentleman,
attached to the house of Ptor, which was the
family name of my benefactors.

They filled a little sack at my side with Zodangan
money. The medium of exchange upon Mars is
not dissimilar from our own except that the coins
are oval. Paper money is issued by individuals
as they require it and redeemed twice yearly. If
a man issues more than he can redeem, the govern
ment pays his creditors in full and the debtor
works out the amount upon the farms or in mines,
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which are all owned by the government. ' This
suits everybody except the debtor as it has been
a difficult thing to obtain sufficient voluntary labor
to work the great isolated farm lands of Mars,
stretching as they do like narrow ribbons from
pole to pole, through wild stretches peopled by
wild animals and wilder men.

When I mentioned my inability to repay them
for their kindness to me they assured me that I
would have ample opportunity if I lived long upon
Barsoom, and bidding me farewell they watched
me until I was out of sight upon the broad white
turnpike.

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CHAPTER XXI

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S I proceeded on my journey toward Zodanga

•many strange and interesting sights arrested
my attention, and at the several farm houses where
I stopped I learned a number of new and instruc
tive things concerning the methods and manners
of Barsoom.

The water which supplies the farms of Mars
is collected in immense underground reservoirs at
either pole from the melting ice caps, and pumped
through long conduits to the various populated
centers. Along either side of these conduits, and
extending their entire length, lie the cultivated dis
tricts. These are divided into tracts of about the
same size, each tract being under the supervision
of one or more government officers.

Instead of flooding the surface of the fields, and
thus wasting immense quantities of water by evap
oration, the precious liquid is carried underground
through a vast network of small pipes directly to
the roots of the vegetation. The crops upon Marf

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are always uniform, for there are no droughts, no
rains, no high winds, and no insects, or destroying
birds.

On this trip I tasted the first meat I had eaten
since leaving Earth — large, juicy steaks and chops
from the well fed domestic animals of the farms.
Also I enjoyed luscious fruits and vegetables, but

not a single article of food which was exactly sim-
JL

ilar to anything on Earth. Every plant and flower
and vegetable and animal has been so re6ned by
ages of careful, scientific cultivation and breeding
that the like of them on Earth dwindled into pale,
gray, characterless nothingness by comparison.

At a second stop I met some highly cultivated
people of the noble class and while in conversation
we chanced to speak of Helium. One of the older
men had been there on a diplomatic mission several
years before and spoke with regret of the condi
tions which seemed destined ever to keep these two
countries at war.

"Helium," he said, "rightly boasts the most
beautiful women of Barsoom, and of all her
treasures the wondrous daughter of Mors Kajak,
Dejah Thoris, is the most exquisite flower.

"Why," he added, "the people really worship
the ground she walks upon and since her loss on
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that ill-starred expedition all Helium has been
draped in mourning.

" That our ruler should have attacked the dis
abled fleet as it was returning to Helium was but
another of his awful blunders which I fear will
sooner or later compel Zodanga to elevate a
wiser man to his place.

"Even now, though our victorious armies are
surrounding Helium, the people of Zodanga are
voicing their displeasure, for the war is not a
popular one, since it is not based on right or jus
tice. Our forces took advantage of the absence
of the principal fleet of Hefium on their search
for the princess, and so we have been able easily
to reduce the city to a sorry plight. It is said she
will fall within the next few passages of the
further moon."

"And what, think you, may have been the fate
of the princess, Dejah Thoris?" I asked as
casually as possible.

" She is dead," he answered. "This much was
learned from a green warrior recently captured
by our forces in the south. She escaped from the
hordes of Thark with a strange creature of another
world, only to fall into the hands of the Warhoons.
Their thoats were found wandering upon the

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bottom and evidences of a bloody conflict were
discovered near-by."

While this information was in no way reassur
ing, neither was it at all conclusive proof of the
death of Dejah Thoris, and so I determined to
make every effort possible to reach Helium as
quickly as I could and carry to Tardos Mors such
news of his granddaughter's possible whereabouts
as lay in my power.

Ten days after leaving the three Ptor brothers
I arrived at Zodanga. From the moment that I
had come in contact with the red inhabitants of
Mars I had noticed that Woola drew a great
amount of unwelcome attention to me, since the
huge brute belonged to a species which is never
domesticated by the red men. Were one to stroll
down Broadway with a Numidian lion at his heels
the effect would be somewhat similar to that which
I should have produced had I entered Zodanga
with Woola.

The very thought of parting with the faithful
fellow caused me so great regret and genuine sor
row that I put it off until just before we arrived at
the city's gates ; but then, finally, it became impera
tive that we separate. Had nothing further than
my own safety or pleasure been at stake no argu-
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ment could have prevailed upon me to turn
the one creature upon Barsoom that had never
failed in a demonstration of affection and loyalty;
but as I would willingly have offered my life in
the service of her in search of whom I was about
to challenge the unknown dangers of this, to me,
mysterious city, I could not permit even Woola's
life to threaten the success of my venture, much
less his momentary happiness, for I doubted not
he soon would forget me. And so I bade the poor
beast an affectionate farewell, promising him,
however, that if I came through my adventure in
safety that in some way I should find the means to
search him out.

He seemed to understand me fully, and when I
pointed back in the direction of Thark he turned
sorrowfully away, nor could I bear to watch him
go; but resolutely set my face toward Zodanga
and with a touch of heartsickness approached her.
frowning walls.

The letter I bore from them gained me imme
diate entrance to the vast, walled city. It was
still very early in the morning and the streets
were practically deserted. The residences, raised
high upon their metal columns, resembled huge
rookeries, while the uprights themselves presented

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the appearance of steel tree trunks. The shops
as a rule were not raised from the ground nor
were their doors bolted or barred, since thievery
is practically unknown upon Barsoom. Assassina
tion is the ever present fear of all Barsoomians,
and for this reason alone their homes are raised
high above the ground at night, or in times of
danger.

The Ptor brothers had given me explicit direc
tions for reaching the point of the city where I
could find living accommodations and be near the
offices of the government agents to whom they
had given me letters. My way led to the central
square or plaza, which is a characteristic of all
Martian cities.

The plaza of Zodanga covers a square mile and
is bounded by the palaces of the jeddak, the jeds,
and other members of the royalty and nobility of
Zodanga, as well as by the principal public build
ings, cafes, and shops.

As I was crossing the great square lost in wonder
and admiration of the magnificent architecture
and the gorgeous scarlet vegetation which carpeted
the broad lawns I discovered a red Martian walk
ing briskly toward me from one of the avenues.
He paid not the slightest attention to me, but as
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he came abreast I recognized him, and turning I
placed my hand upon his shoulder, calling out :

"Kaor, KantosKan!"

Like lightning he wheeled and before I could
so much as lower my hand the point of his long-
sword was at my breast.

"Who are you?" he growled, and then as- a
backward leap carried me fifty feet from his sword
he dropped the point to the ground and exclaimed,
laughing,

" I do not need a better reply, there is but one
man upon all Barsoom who can bounce about Kke
a rubber ball. By the mother of the further moon,
John Carter, how came you here, and have you
become a Darseen that you can change your color
at will ?

" You gave me a bad half minute my friend,"
he continued, after I had briefly outlined my adven
tures since parting with him in the arena at War-
hoorv. "Were my name and city known to the
Zodangans I would shortly be sitting on the banks

of the lost sea of Korus with my revered
departed ancestors. I am here in the interests of
Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium, to discover the
whereabouts of Dejah Thoris, oair princess. Sab
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rity and has fallen madly in love with her. His
father, Than Kosis, Jeddak of Zodanga, has made
her voluntary marriage to his son the price of
peace between our countries, but Tardos Mors
will not accede to the demands and has sent word
that he and his people would rather look upon the
dead face of their princess than see her wed to
any than her own choice, and that personally he
would prefer being engulfed in the ashes of a lost
and burning Helium to joining the metal of his
house with that of Than Kosis. His reply was
the deadliest affront he could have put upon Than
Kosis and the Zodangans, but his people love him
the more for it and his strength in Helium is
greater today than ever.

" I have been here three days," continued Kan-
tos Kan, "but I have not yet found where Dejah
Thoris is imprisoned. Today I join the Zodangan
navy as an air scout and I hope in this way to win
the confidence of Sab Than, the prince, who is
commander of this division of the navy, and thus
learn the whereabouts of Dejah Thoris. I am
glad that you are here, John Carter, for I know
your loyalty to my princess and two of us working
together should be able to accomplish much."

The plaza was now commencing to fill with
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people going and coming upon the daily activities
of their duties. The shops were opening and the
cafes filling with early morning patrons. Kantos
Kan led me to one of these gorgeous eating places
•where we were served entirely by mechanical appa
ratus. No hand touched the food from the time
it entered the building in its raw state until it
emerged hot and delicious upon the tables before
the guests, in response to the touching of tiny
buttons to indicate their desires.

After our meal, Kantos Kan took me with him
to the headquarters of the air-scout squadron and
introducing me to his superior asked that I be
enrolled as a member of the corps. In accord
ance with custom an examination was necessary,
but Kantos Kan had told me to have no fear on
this score as he would attend to that part of the
matter. He accomplished this by taking my order
for examination to the examining officer and repre
senting himself as John Carter.

"This ruse will be discovered later," he cheer
fully explained, " when they check up my weights,
measurements, and other personal identification
data, but it will be several months before this is
done and our mission should be accomplished or
have failed long before that time."
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The next few days were spent by Kantos Kan
in teaching me the intricacies of flying and of
repairing the dainty little contrivances which the
Martians use for this purpose. The body of the
one-man air craft is about sixteen feet long, two
feet wide and three inches thick, tapering to a
point at each end. The driver sits on top of this
plane upon a seat constructed over the small, noise
less radium engine which propels it. The medium
of buoyancy is contained within the thin metal
walls of the body and consists of the eighth Bar-
soomian ray, or ray of propulsion, as it may be
termed in view of its properties.

This ray, like the ninth ray, is unknown on
Earth, but the Martians have discovered that it is
an inherent property of all light no matter from
what source it emanates. They have learned that
it is the solar eighth ray which propels the light
of the sun to the various planets, and that it is
the individual eighth ray of each planet which
" reflects," or propels the light thus obtained out
into space once more. The solar eighth ray would
be absorbed by the surface of Barsoom, but the
Barsoomian eighth ray, which tends to propel light
from Mars into space, is constantly streaming out
from the planet constituting a force of repulsion
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of gravity which when confined is able to lift enor
mous weights from the surface of the ground.

It is this ray which has enabled them to so per
fect aviation that battle ships far outweighing any
thing known upon Earth sail as gracefully and
lightly through the thin air of Barsoom as a toy
balloon in the heavy atmosphere of Earth.

During the early years of the discovery of this
ray many strange accidents occurred before the
Martians learned to measure and control the won
derful power they had found. In one instance,
some nine hundred years before, the first great
battle ship to be built with eighth ray reservoirs
was stored with too great a quantity of the rays
and she had sailed up from Helium with five
hundred officers and men, never to return.

Her power of repulsion for the planet was so
great that it had carried her far into space, where
she can be seen today, by the aid of powerful tele
scopes, hurtling through the heavens ten thousand
miles from Mars; a tiny satellite that will thus
encircle Barsoom to the end of time.

The fourth day after my arrival at Zodanga
I made my first flight, and as a result of it I won
a promotion which included quarters in the palace
of Than Kosis.

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As I rose above the city I circled several times,
as I had seen Kantos Kan do, and then throwing
my engine into top speed I raced at terrific velocity
toward the south, following one of the great water
ways which enter Zodanga from that direction.

I had traversed perhaps two hundred miles
in a little less than an hour when I descried far
below me a party of three green warriors racing
madly toward a small figure on foot which seemed
to be trying to reach the confines of one of the
walled fields.

Dropping my machine rapidly toward them,
and circling to the rear of the warriors, I soon
saw that the object of their pursuit was a red
Martian wearing the metal of the scout squadron
to which I was attached. A short distance away
lay his tiny flier, surrounded by the tools with
which he had evidently been occupied in repairing
some damage when surprised by the green
warriors.

They were now almost upon him; their flying
mounts charging down on the relatively puny figure
at terrific speed, while the warriors leaned low
to the right, with their great metal-shod spears.
Each seemed striving to be the first to impale the
poor Zodangan and in another moment his fate
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would have been sealed had it not been for my
timely arrival.

Driving my fleet air craft at high speed directly
behind the warriors I soon overtook them and
without diminishing my speed I rammed the prow
of my little Hier between the shoulders of the
nearest. The impact sufficient to have torn through
inches of solid steel, hurled the fellow's headless
body into the air over the head of his thoat, where
it fell sprawling upon the moss. The mounts of
the other two warriors turned squealing in terror,
and bolted in opposite directions.

Reducing my speed I circled and came to the
ground at the feet of the astonished Zodangan.
He was warm in his thanks for my timely aid and
promised that my day's work would bring the
reward it merited, for it was none other than a
cousin of the jeddak of Zodanga whose life I had
saved.

We wasted no time in talk as we knew that the
warriors would surely return as soon as they had
gained control of their mounts. Hastening to his
damaged machine we were bending every effort to
finish the needed repairs and had almost completed
them when we saw the two green monsters return
ing at top speed from opposite sides of us. When

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they had approached within a hundred yards their
thoats again became unmanageable and absolutely
refused to advance further toward the air craft
which had frightened them.

The warriors finally dismounted and hobbling
their animals advanced toward us on foot with
drawn long-swords. I advanced to meet the
larger, telling the Zodangan to do the best he could
with the other. Finishing my man with almost
no effort, as had now from much practice become
habitual with me, I hastened to return to my new
acquaintance whom I found indeed in desperate
straits.

He was wounded and down with the huge foot
of his antagonist upon his throat and the great
long-sword raised to deal the final thrust. With
a bound I cleared the fifty feet intervening between
us, and with out-stretched point drove my sword
completely through the body of the green warrior.
His sword fell, harmless, to the ground and he
sank limply upon the prostrate form of the
Zodangan.

A cursory examination of the latter revealed no

mortal injuries and after a brief rest he asserted

that he felt fit to attempt the return voyage. He

would have to pilot his own craft, however, as

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these frail vessels are not intended to convey but
a single person.

Quickly completing the repairs we rose together
into the still, cloudless Martian sky, and at great
speed and without further mishap returned to
Zodanga.

As we neared the city we discovered a mighty
concourse of civilians and troops assembled upon
the plain before the city. The sky was black with
naval vessels and private and public pleasure craft,
flying long streamers of gay-colored silks, and ban
ners and flags of odd and picturesque design.

My companion signaled that I slow down, and
running his machine close beside mine suggested
that we approach and watch the ceremony, which,
he said, was for the. purpose of conferring honors
on individual officers and men for bravery and
other distinguished service. He then unfurled a
little ensign which denoted that his craft bore a
member of the royal family of Zodanga, and
together we made our way through the maze of
low-lying air vessels until we hung directly over
the jeddak of Zodanga and his staff. All were
mounted upon the small domestic bull thoats of the
red Martians, and their trappings and ornamenta
tion bore such a quantity of gorgeously colored
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feathers that I could not but be struck with the
startling resemblance the concourse bore to a band
of the red Indians of my own Earth.

One of the staff called the attention of Than
Kosis to the presence of my companion above
them and the ruler motioned for him to descend.
As they waited for the troops to move into posi
tion facing the jeddak the two talked earnestly
together, the jeddak and his staff occasionally
glancing up at me. I could not hear their conver
sation and presently it ceased and all dismounted,
as the last body of troops had wheeled into posi
tion before their emperor. A member of the staff
advanced toward the troops, and calling the name
of a soldier commanded him to advance. The
officer then recited the nature of the heroic act
which had won the approval of the jeddak, and
the latter advanced and placed a metal ornament
upon the left arm of the lucky man.

Ten men had been so decorated when the aid
called out,

"John Carter, air scout!"

Never in my life had I been so surprised, but

the habit of military discipline is strong within me,

and I dropped my little machine lightly to the

ground and advanced on foot as I had seen the

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others do. As I halted before the officer, he
addressed me in a voice audible to the entire
assemblage of troops and spectators.

"In recognition, John Carter," he said, "of
your remarkable courage and skill in defending
the person of the cousin of the jeddak Than Kosis
and, single-handed, vanquishing three green war
riors, it is the pleasure of our jeddak to confer
on you the mark of his esteem."

Than Kosis then advanced toward me and plac
ing an ornament upon me, said:

" My cousin has narrated the details of your
wonderful achievement, which seems little short
of miraculous, and if you can so well defend a
cousin of the jeddak how much better could you
defend the person of the jeddak himself. You are
therefore appointed a padwar of The Guards and
will be quartered in my palace hereafter."

I thanked him, and at his direction joined the
members of his staff. After the ceremony I
returned my machine to its quarters on the roof
of the barracks of the air-scout squadron, and
with an orderly from the palace to guide me I
reported to the officer in charge of the palace.

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THE major-domo to whom I reported had
been given instructions to station me near
the person of the jeddak, who, in time of war, is
always in great danger of assassination, as the
rule that all is fair in war seems to constitute the
entire ethics of Martian conflict.

He therefore escorted me immediately to the
apartment in which Than Kosis then was. The
ruler was engaged in conversation with his son,
Sab Than, and several courtiers of his household,
and did not perceive my entrance.

The walls of the apartment were completely
hung with splendid tapestries which hid any win
dows or doors which may have pierced them. The
room was lighted by imprisoned rays of sunshine
held between the ceiling proper and what appeared
to be a ground glass false ceiling a few inches
below.

My guide drew aside one of the tapestries, dis
closing a passage which encircled the room,

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between the hangings and the walls of the cham
ber. Within this passage I was to remain, he
said, so long as Than Kosis was in the apartment.
When he left I was to follow. My only duty
was to guard the ruler and keep out of sight as
much as possible. I would be relieved after a
period of four hours. The major-domo then
left me.

The tapestries were of a strange weaving which
gave the appearance of heavy solidity from one
side, but from my hiding place I could perceive
all that took place within the room as readily as
though there had been no curtain intervening.

Scarcely had I gained my post than the tapestry
at the opposite end of the chamber separated and
four soldiers of The Guard entered, surrounding
a female figure. As they approached Than Kosis
the soldiers fell to either side and there standing
before the jeddak and not ten feet from me, her
beautiful face radiant with smiles, was Dejah
Thoris .

Sab Than, Prince of Zodanga, advanced to meet
her, and hand in hand they approached close to
the jeddak. Than Kosis looked up in surprise,
and, rising, saluted her.

"To what strange freak do I owe this visit
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from the Princess of Helium, who, two days ago,
with rare consideration for my pride, assured me
that she would prefer Tal Hajus, the green Thark,
to my son ? "

Dejah Thoris only smiled the more and with
the roguish dimples playing at the corners of her
mouth she made answer :

" From the beginning of time upon Barsoom it
has been the prerogative of woman to change her
mind as she listed and to dissemble in matters con
cerning her heart. That you will forgive, Than
Kosis, as has your son. Two days ago I was not
sure of his love for me, but now I am, and I have
come to beg of you to forget my rash words and
to accept the assurance of the Princess of Helium
that when the time comes she will wed Sab Than,
Prince of Zodanga."

" I am glad that you have so decided," replied
Than Kosis. "It is far from my desire to push
war further against the people of Helium, and,
iyour promise shall be recorded and a proclamation
to my people issued forthwith."

" It were better, Than Kosis," interrupted
Dejah Thoris, "that the proclamation wait the
ending of this war. It would look strange indeed
to my people and to yours were the Princess of

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Helium to give herself to her country's enemy in
the midst of hostilities."

"Cannot the war be ended at once?" spoke
Sab Than. "It requires but the word of Than
Kosis to bring peace. Say it my father, say the
word that will hasten my happiness, and end this
unpopular strife."

"We shall see," replied Than Kosis, "how the
people of Helium take to peace. I shall at least
offer it to them."

Dejah Thoris, after a few words, turned and
left the apartment, still followed by her guards.

Thus was the edifice of my brief dream of
happiness dashed, broken, to the ground of reality.
The woman for whom I had offered my life, and
from whose lips I haH so recently heard a declara
tion of love for me, had lightly forgotten my very
existence and smilingly given herself to the son of
her people's most hated enemy.

Although I had heard it with my own ears I
could not believe it. I must search out her apart
ments and force her to repeat the cruel truth to
me alone before I would be convinced, and so I
deserted my post and hastened through the pas
sage behind the tapestries toward the door by
which she had left the chamber. Slipping quietly

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through this opening I discovered a maze of wind
ing corridors, branching and turning in every
direction.

Running rapidly down first one and then another
of them I soon became hopelessly lost and was
standing panting against a side wall when I heard
voices near me. Apparently they were coming
from the opposite side of the partition against
which I leaned and presently I made out the tones
of Dejah Thoris. I could not hear the words but
I knew that I could not possibly be mistaken in
the voice.

Moving on a few steps I discovered another
passage-way at the end of which lay a door.
Walking boldly forward I pushed into the room
only to find myself in a small ante chamber in
which were the four guards who had accompanied
her. One of them instantly arose and accosted
me, asking the nature of my business.

" I am from Than Kosis," I replied, " and wish
to speak privately with Dejah Thoris, Princess of
Helium."

"And your order?" asked the fellow.

I did not know what he meant, but replied that
I was a member of The Guard, and without wait
ing for a reply from him I strode toward the

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opposite door of the ante chamber, behind which
I could hear Dejah Thoris conversing.

But my entrance was not to be so easily accom
plished. The guardsman stepped before me,
saying,

" No one comes from Than Kosis without carry
ing an order or the pass word. You must give
me one or the other before you may pass."

"The only order I require, my friend, to enter
where I will, hangs at my side," I answered, tap
ping my long-sword ; " will you let me pass in peace
or no?"

For reply he whipped out his own sword, call
ing to the others to join him, and thus the four
stood, with drawn weapons, barring my further
progress.

" You are not here by the order of Than Kosis,"
cried the one who had first addressed me, " and
not only s'hall you not enter the apartments of the
Princess of Helium but you shall go back to Than
Kosis under guard to explain this unwarranted
temerity. Throw down your sword; you cannot
hope to overcome four of us," he added with a
grim smile.

My reply was a quick thrust which left me but
three antagonists and I can assure you that they
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were worthy of my metal. They had me backed
against the wall in no time, fighting for my life.
Slowly I worked my way to a corner of the room
where I could force them to come at me only one
(at a time, and thus we fought upward of twenty
minutes; the clanging of steel on steel producing
a veritable bedlam in the little room.

The noise had brought Dejah Thoris to the
door of her apartment, and there she stood
throughout the conflict with Sola at her back peer
ing over her shoulder. Her face was set and
emotionless and I knew that she did not recognize
me, nor did Sola.

Finally a lucky cut brought down a second
guardsman and then, with only two opposing me,
I changed my tactics and rushed them down after
the fashion of my fighting that had won me many
a victory. The third fell within ten seconds after
the second, and the last lay dead upon the bloody
floor a few moments later. They were brave men
and noble fighters, and it grieved me that I had
been forced to kill them, but I would have will
ingly depopulated all Barsoom could I have
reached the side of my Dejah Thoris in no other
way.

Sheathing my bloody blade I advanced toward

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my Martian Princess, who still stood mutely
gazing at me without sign of recognition.

"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered.
"Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"

" I am a friend," I answered, " a once cherished
friend."

"No friend of Helium's princess wears that
metal," she replied, " and yet the voice ! I have
heard it before; it is not — it cannot be — no,
for he is dead."

"It is, though, my Princess, none other than
John Carter," I said. "Do you not recognize,
even through paint and strange metal, the heart
of your chieftain?"

As I came close to her she swayed toward me
with outstretched hands, but as I reached to take
her in my arms she drew back with a shudder and
a little moan of misery.

"Too late, too late," she grieved. "O my
chieftain that was, and whom I thought dead, had
you but returned one little hour before — but now
it is too late, too late."

s "What do you mean, Dejah Thoris?" I cried.
"That you would not have promised yourself to
tfce Zodangan prince had you known that I
lived?"

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"Think you, John Carter, that I would give my
heart to you yesterday and today to another? I
thought that it lay buried with your ashes in the
pits of Warhoon, and so today I have promised
my body to another to save my people from the
curse of a victorious Zodangan army."

" But I am not dead, my princess. I have come
to claim you, and all Zodanga cannot prevent it."

" It is too late, John Carter, my promise is
given, and on Barsoom that is final. The cere
monies which follow later are but meaningless
formalities. They make the fact of marriage no
more certain than does the funeral cortege of a
jeddak again place the seal of death upon him.
I am as good as married, John Carter. No longer
may you call me your princess. No longer are you
my chieftain."

" I know but little of your customs here upon
Barsoom, Dejah Thoris, but I do know that I
love you, and if you meant the last words you
spoke to me that day as the hordes of Warhooi\
were charging down upon us, no other man shall
ever claim you as his bride. You meant them then,
my princess, and you mean them still! Say that
it is true."

"I meant them, John Carter," she whispered
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"I cannot repeat them now for I have given
myself to another. Ah, if you had only known
our ways, my friend," she continued, half to her-
self, "the promise would have been yours long
months ago, and you could have claimed me before
all others. It might have meant the fall of
Helium, but I would have given my empire for
my Tharkian chief."

Then aloud she said: "Do you remember the
night when you offended me ? You called me your
princess without having asked my hand of me,
and then you boasted that you had fought for me.
You did not know, and I should not have been
offended; I see that now. But there was no one
to tell you, what I could not, that upon Barsoom
there are two kinds of women in the cities of the
red men. The one they fight for that they may
ask them in marriage; the other kind they fight
for also, but never ask their hands. When a man
has won a woman he may address her as his prin
cess, or in any of the several terms which signify
possession. You had fought for me, but had
never asked me in marriage, and so when you
called me your princess, you see," she faltered, " I
was hurt, but even then, John Carter, I did not
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it doably worse by taunting me with having won
me through combat."

" I do not need ask your forgiveness now, Dejah
Thoris," I cried. " You must know that my fault
was of ignorance of your Barsoomian customs.
What I failed to do, through implicit belief that
my petition would be presumptious and unwel
come, I do now, Dejah Thoris; I ask you to be
my wife, and by all the Virginian fighting blood
that flows in my veins you shall be."

"No, John Carter, it is useless," she cried,
hopelessly, " I may never be yours while Sab Than
lives."

"You have sealed his death warrant, my prin
cess — Sab Than dies."

" Nor that either," she hastened to explain. " I
may not wed the man who slays my husband, even
in self-defense. It is custom. We are ruled by
custom upon Barsoom. It is useless, my friend.
You must bear the sorrow with me. That at least
we may share in common. That, and the mem-
'ory of the brief days among the Tharks. You
must go now, nor ever see me again. Good-bye,
my chieftain that was."

Disheartened and dejected, I withdrew from the
room, but I was not entirely discouraged, nor
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would I admit that Dejah Thoris was lost to me
until the ceremony had actually been performed.

As I wandered along the corridors, I was as
absolutely lost in the mazes of winding passage
ways as I had been before I discovered Dejah
Thoris' apartments.

I knew that my only hope lay in escape from
the city of Zodanga, for the matter of the four
dead guardsmen would have to be explained, and
as I could never reach my original post without
a guide, suspicion would surely rest on me so soon
as I was discovered wandering aimlessly through
the palace.

Presently I came upon a spiral runway leading
to a lower floor, and this I followed downward
for several stories until I reached the doorway
of a large apartment in which were a number of
guardsmen. The walls of this room were hung
with transparent tapestries behind which I
secreted myself without being apprehended.

The conversation of the guardsmen was general,
and awakened no interest in me until an officer
entered the room and ordered four of the men to
relieve the detail who were guarding the Princess
of Helium. Now, I knew, my troubles would
commence in earnest and indeed they were upon
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me all too soon, for it seemed that the squad
had scarcely left the guardroom before one of
their number burst in again breathlessly, crying
that they had found their four comrades butchered
in the ante-chamber.

In a moment the entire palace was alive with
people. Guardsmen, officers, courtiers, servants,
and slaves ran helter skelter through the corridors
and apartments carrying messages and orders, and
searching for signs of the assassin.

This was my opportunity and slim as it appeared
I grasped it, for as a number of soldiers came
hurrying past my hiding place I fell in behind them
and followed through the mazes of the palace
until, in passing through a great hall, I saw the
blessed light of day coming in through a series qf
larger windows.

Here I left my guides, and, slipping to the near
est window, sought for an avenue of escape. The
windows opened upon a great balcony which over
looked one of the broad avenues of Zodanga.
The ground was about thirty feet below, and at a
like distance from the building was a wall fully
twenty feet high, constructed of polished glass
about a foot in thickness. To a red Martian
escape by this path would have appeared impos-

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sible, but to me, with my earthly strength and
agility, it seemed already accomplished. My only
fear was in being detected before darkness fell,
for I could not make the leap in broad daylight
while the court below and the avenue beyond were
crowded with Zodangans.

Accordingly I searched for a hiding place and
finally found one by accident, inside a huge hang
ing ornament which swung from the ceiling of the
hall, and about ten feet from the floor. Into the
capacious bowl-like vase I sprang with ease, and
scarcely had I settled down within it than I heard
a number of people enter the apartment. The
group stopped beneath my hiding place and I
could plainly overhear their every word.

" It is the work of Heliumites," said one of the
men.

"Yes, O Jeddak, but how had they access to
the palace? I could believe that even with the dil
igent care of your guardsmen a single enemy might
reach the inner chambers, but how a force of six
or eight fighting men could have done so unob
served is beyond me. We shall soon know, how
ever, for here comes the royal psychologist."

Another man now joined the group, and, after
making his formal greetings to his ruler, said:

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"O mighty Jeddak, it is a strange tale I read
in the dead minds of your faithful guardsmen.
They were felled not by a number of fighting men,
but by a single opponent."

He paused to let the full weight of this announce
ment impress his hearers, and that his statement
was scarcely credited was evidenced by the impa
tient exclamation of incredulity which escaped the
lips of Than Kosis.

" What manner of weird tale are you bringing
me, Notan?" he cried.

" It is the truth, my Jeddak," replied the psy
chologist. " In fact the impressions were strongly
marked on the brain of each of the four guards
men. Their antagonist was a very tall man, wear
ing the metal of one of your own guardsmen, and
his fighting ability was little short of marvelous
for he fought fair against the entire four and van
quished them by his surpassing skill and super
human strength and endurance. Though he wore
the metal of Zodanga, my Jeddak, such a man
was never seen before in this or any other country
upon Barsoom.

"The mind of the Princess of Helium whom
I have examined and questioned was a blank to
me, she has perfect control, and I could not read
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one iota of it. She said that she witnessed a por
tion of the encounter, and that when she looked
there was but one man engaged with the guards
men; a man whom she did not recognize as ever
having seen."

"Where is my erstwhile savior?" spoke
another of the party, and I recognized the voice
of the cousin of Than Kosis, whom I had rescued
from the green warriors. "By the metal of my
first ancestor," he went on, "but the description
fits him to perfection, especially as to his fighting
ability."

"Where is this man?" cried Than Kosis.
" Have him brought to me at once. What know
you of him, cousin? It seemed strange to me now
that I think upon it that there should have been
such a fighting man in Zodanga, of whose name,
even, we were ignorant before today. And his
name too, John Carter, who ever heard of such
a name upon Barsoom ! "

Word was soon brought that I was nowhere
to be found, either in the palace or at my former
quarters in the barracks of the air-scout squadron.
iKantos Kan, they had found and questioned, but
he knew nothing of my whereabouts, and as to my
past, he had told them he knew as little, since he

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had but recently met me during our captivity among
the Warhoons.

" Keep your eyes on this other one," commanded
Than Kosis. "He also is a stranger and likely
as not they both hail from Helium, and where
one is we shall sooner or later find the other.
Quadruple the air patrol, and let every man who
leaves the city by air or ground be subjected to
the closest scrutiny."

Another messenger now entered with word that
I was still within the palace walls.

" The likeness of every person who has entered
or left the palace grounds today has been care
fully examined," concluded the fellow, " and not
one approaches the likeness of this new padwar
of the guards, other than that which was recorded
of him at the time he entered."

"Then we will have him shortly," commented
Than Kosis contentedly, "and in the meanwhile
we will repair to the apartments of the Princess
of Helium and question her in regard to the affair.
She may know more than she cared to divulge
to you, Notan. Come."

They left the hall, and, as darkness had fallen
without, I slipped lightly from my hiding place
and hastened to the balcony. Few were in sight,
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and choosing a moment when none seemed near
I sprang quickly to the top of the glass wall and
from there to the avenue beyond the palace
grounds.

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WITHOUT effort at concealment I hastened
to the vicinity of our quarters, where I
felt sure I should find Kantos Kan. As I neared
the building I became more careful, as I judged,
and rightly, that the place would be guarded. Sev
eral men in civilian metal loitered near the front
entrance and in the rear were others. My only
means of reaching, unseen, the upper story where
our apartments were situated was through an
adjoining building, and after considerable maneu
vering I managed to attain the roof of a shop sev
eral doors away.

Leaping from roof to roof, I soon reached an
open windpw in the building where I hoped to find
the Heliumite, and in another moment I stood in
the room before him. He was alone and showed
no surprise at my coming, saying he had expected
me much earlier, as my tour of duty must have
ended some time since.

I saw that he knew nothing of the events of
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the day at the palace, and when I had enlightened
him he was all excitement. The news that Dejah
Thoris had promised her hand to Sab Than filled
him with dismay.

"It cannot be," he exclaimed. "It is impos
sible I Why no man in all Helium but would pre
fer death to the selling of our loved princess to
the ruling house of Zodanga. She must have lost
her mind to have assented to such an atrocious
bargain. .You, who do not know how we of
Helium love the members of our ruling house,
cannot appreciate the horror with which I contem
plate such an unholy alliance."

"What can be done, John Carter?" he con
tinued. "You are a resourceful man. Can you
not think of some way to save Helium from this
disgrace?"

"If I can come within sword's reach of Sab

[Than," I answered, " I can solve the difficulty in

so far as Helium is concerned, but for personal

reasons I would prefer that another struck the

blow that frees Dejah Thoris."

Kantos Kan eyed me narrowly before he spoke.

" You love her ! " he said. " Does she know it ? "

"She knows it, Kantos Kan, and repulses me
only because she is promised to Sab Than."
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The splendid fellow sprang to his feet, and
grasping me by the shoulder raised his sword on
high, exclaiming:

"And had the choice been left to me I could
not have chosen a more fitting mate for the first
princess of Barsoom. Here is my hand upon
your shoulder, John Carter, and my word that
Sab Than shall go out at the point of my sword
for the sake of my love for Helium, for Dejah
Thoris, and for you. This very night I shall try
to reach his quarters in the palace."

"How?" I asked. "You are strongly guarded
and a quadruple force patrols the sky."

He bent his head in thought a moment, then
raised it with an air of confidence.

"I only need to pass these guards and I can
do it," he said at last. " I know a secret entrance
to the palace through the pinnacle of the highest
tower. I fell upon it by chance one day as I wasi
passing above the palace on patrol duty. In this
,,vork it is required that we investigate any unusual
occurrence we may witness, and a face peering
from the pinnacle of the high tower of the palace
was, to me, most unusual. I therefore drew near
and discovered that the possessor of the peering
face was none other than Sab Than. He was
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slightly put out at being detected and commanded
me to keep the matter to myself, explaining that
the passage from the tower led directly to his
apartments, and was known only to him. If I
can reach the roof of the barracks and get my
machine I can be in Sab Than's quarters in five
minutes; but how am I to escape from this build
ing, guarded as you say it is?"

" How well are the machine sheds at the bar
racks guarded?" I asked.

"There is usually but one man on duty there at
night upon the roof."

" Go to the roof of this building, Kantos Kan,
and wait me there."

Without stopping to explain my plans I retraced
my way to the street and hastened to the barracks.
I did not dare to enter the building, filled as it
was with members of the air-scout squadron, who,
in common with all Zodanga, were on the lookout
for me.

The building was an enormous one, rearing its
lofty head fully a thousand feet into the air. But
few buildings in Zodanga were higher than these
barracks, though several topped it by a few hun
dred feet ; the docks of the great battleships of the
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ground, while the freight and passenger stations
of the merchant squadrons rose nearly as high.

It was a long climb up the face of the building,
and one fraught with much danger, but there was
no other way, and so I essayed the task. The
fact that Barsoomian architecture is extremely
ornate made the feat much simpler than I had
anticipated, since I found ornamental ledges and
projections which fairly formed a perfect ladder
for me all the way to the eaves of the building.
Here I met my first real obstacle. The eaves
projected nearly twenty feet from the wall to which
I clung, and though I encircled the great building
I could find no opening through them.

The top floor was alight, and filled with soldiers
engaged in the pastimes of their kind; I could not,
therefore, reach the roof through the building.

There was one slight, desperate chance, and
that I decided I must take — it was for Dejah
Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk
a thousand deaths for such as she.

Clinging to the wall with my feet and one hand,
I unloosened one of the long leather straps of my
trappings at the end of which dangled a great
hook by which air sailors are hung to the sides and
bottoms of their craft for various purposes of
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repair, and by means of which landing parties are
lowered to the ground from the battleships.

I swung this hook cautiously to the roof several
times before it finally found lodgment; gently I
pulled on it to strengthen its hold, but whether it
would bear the weight of my body I did not know.
it might be barely caught upon the very outer
verge of the roof, so that as my body swung out
at the end of the strap it would slip off and launch
me to the pavement a thousand feet below.

An instant I hesitated, and then, releasing my
grasp upon the supporting ornament, I swung out
into space at the end of the strap. Far below me
lay the brilliantly lighted streets, the hard pave
ments, and death. There was a little jerk at the
top of the supporting eaves, and a nasty slipping,
grating sound which turned me cold with appre
hension; then the hook caught and I was safe.

Clambering quickly aloft I grasped the edge of
the eaves and drew myself to the surface .of the
roof above. As I gained my feet I was confronted
by the sentry on duty, into the muzzle of whose
revolver I found myself looking.

"Who are you and whence came you?" he
cried.

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dead one, for just by the merest chance I escaped
falling to the avenue below," I replied.

"But how came you upon the roof, man? No
one has landed or come up from the building for
the past hour. Quick, explain yourself, or I call
the guard."

" Look you here, sentry, and you shall see how
I came and how close a shave I had to not coming
at all," I answered, turning toward the edge of
the roof, where, twenty feet below, at the end of
my strap, hung all my weapons.

The fellow, acting on impulse of curiosity,
stepped to my side and to his undoing, for as he
leaned to peer over the eaves I grasped him by his
throat and his pistol arm and threw him heavily
to the roof. The weapon dropped from his grasp,
and my fingers choked off his attempted cry for
assistance. I gagged and bound him and then
hung him over the edge of the roof as I myself
had hung a few moments before. I knew it would
be morning before he would be discovered, and I
needed all the time that I could gain.

Donning my trappings and weapons I hastened
to the sheds, and soon had out both my machine
and Kantos Kan's. Making his fast behind mine
I started my engine, and skimming over the edge

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of the roof I dove down into the streets of the
city far below the plane usually occupied by the
air patrol. In less than a minute I was settling
safely upon the roof of our apartment beside the
astonished Kantos Kan.

I lost no time in explanations, but plunged imme
diately into a discussion of our plans for the imme
diate future. It was decided that I was to try to
make Helium while Kantos Kan was to enter the
palace and dispatch Sab Than. If successful he
was then to follow me. He set my compass for
me, a clever little device which will remain stead
fastly fixed upon any given point on the surface
of Barsoom, and bidding each other farewell we
rose together and sped in the direction of the pal
ace which lay in the route which I must take to
reach Helium.

As we neared the high tower a patrol shot down
from above, throwing its piercing searchlight full
upon my craft, and a voice roared out a command
to halt, following with a shot as I paid no atten
tion to his hail. Kantos Kan dropped quickly into
the darkness, while I rose steadily and at terrific
speed raced through the Martian sky followed
by a dozen of the air-scout craft which had joined
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hundred men and a battery of rapid-fire guns. By
twisting and turning my little machine, now rising
and now falling, I managed to elude their search
lights most of the time, but I was also losing
ground by these tactics, and so I decided to hazard
everything on a straight-away course and leave the
result to fate and the speed of my machine.

Kantos Kan had shown me a trick of gearing,
which is known only to the navy of Helium, that
greatly increased the speed of our machines, so
that I felt sure I could distance my pursuers if I
could dodge their projectiles for a few moments.

As I sped through the air the screeching of the
bullets around me convinced me that only by a
miracle could I escape, but the die was cast, and
throwing on full speed I raced a straight course
toward Helium. Gradually I left my pursuers
further and further behind, and I was just con
gratulating myself on my lucky escape, when a
well-directed shot from the cruiser exploded at
the prow of my little craft. The concussion nearly
capsized her, and with a sickening plunge she
hurtled downward through" the dark night.

How far I fell before I regained control of
the plane I do not know, but I must have been
very close to the ground when I started to rise
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again, as I plainly heard the squealing of animals
below me. Rising again I scanned the heavens
for my pursuers, and finally making out their
lights far behind me, saw that they were land
ing, evidently in search of me.

Not until their lights were no longer discern
ible did I venture to flach my little lamp upon my
compass, and then I found to my consternation
that a fragment of the projectile had utterly
destroyed my only guide, as well as my speed
ometer. It was true I could follow the stars in
the general direction of Helium, but without know
ing the exact location of the city or the speed at
which I was traveling my chances for finding it
were slim.

Helium lies a thousand miles southwest of
Zodanga, and with my compass intact I should
have made the trip, barring accidents, in between
four and five hours. As it turned out, however,
morning found me speeding over a vast expanse
of dead sea bottom after nearly six hours of con
tinuous flight at high speed. Presently a great
city showed below me, but it was not Helium, as
that alone of all Barsoomian metropolises consists
in two immense circular walled cities about seventy-
five miles apart and would have been easily dis-
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tinguishable from the altitude at which I was flying.
Believing that I had come too far to the north
and west, I turned back in a southeasterly direc
tion, passing during the forenoon several other
large cities, but none resembling the description
which Kantos Kan had given me of Helium. In
addition to the twin-city formation of Helium,
another distinguishing feature is the two immense
towers, one of vivid scarlet rising nearly a mile
into the air from the center of one of the cities,
while the other, of bright yellow a-nd of the same
height, marks her sister.

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ABOUT noon I passed low over a great dead
city of ancient Mars, and as I«skimmed out
across the plain beyond I came full upon several
thousand green warriors engaged in a terrific bat
tle. Scarcely had I seen them than a volley of
shots was directed at me, and with the almost
unfailing accuracy of their aim my little craft was
instantly a ruined wreck, sinking erratically to the
ground.

I fell almost directly in the center of the fierce
combat, among warriors who had not seen my
approach so busily were they engaged in life and
death struggles. The men were fighting on foot
with long-swords, while an occasional shot from
a sharpshooter on the outskirts of the conflict
would bring down a warrior who might for an
instant separate himself from the entangled mass.

As my machine sank among them I realized
that it was fight or die, with good chances of dying
in any event, and so I struck the ground with drawn
long-sword ready to defend myself as I could.

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I fell beside a huge monster who was engaged
with three antagonists, and as I glanced at his
fierce face, filled with the light of battle, I rec
ognized Tars Tarkas the Thark. He did not
see me, as I was a trifle behind him, and just then
the three warrriors opposing him, «md whom I rec
ognized as Warhoons, charged simultaneously.
The mighty fellow made quick work of one of
them, but in stepping back for another thrust he
fell over a dead body behind him and was down
and at the mercy of his foes in an instant. Quick
as lightning they were upon him, and Tars Tarkas
would have been gathered to his fathers in short
order had I not sprung before his prostrate form
and engaged his adversaries. I had accounted for
one of them when the mighty Thark regained hU
feet and quickly settled the other.

He gave me one look, and a slight smile touched
his grim lips as, touching my shoulder, he said,

"I would scarcely recognize you, John Carter,
but there is no other mortal upon Barsoom who
would have done what you have for me. I think
I have learned that there is such a thing as friend
ship, my friend."

He said no more, nor was there opportunity,
for the Warhoons were closing in about us, and
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together we fought, shoulder to shoulder, during
all that long, hot afternoon, until the tide of bat
tle turned and the remnant of the fierce Warhoon
horde fell back upon their thoats, and fled into
the gathering darkness.

Ten thousand men had been engaged in that
titanic struggle, and upon the field of battle lay
three thousand dead. Neither side asked or gave
quarter, nor did they attempt to take prisoners.

On our return to the city after the battle we
had gone directly to Tars Tarkas' quarters, where
I was left alone while the chieftain attended the
customary council which immediately follows an
engagement.

As I sat awaiting the return of the green war
rior I heard something move in an adjoining apart
ment, and as I glanced up there rushed suddenly
upon me a huge and hideous creature which bore
me backward upon the pile of silks and furs upon
which I had been reclining. It was Woola —
faithful, loving Woola. He had found his way
back to Thark and, as Tars Tarkas later told me,
had gone immediately to my former quarters
where he had taken up his pathetic and seemingly
hopeless watch for my return.

"Tal Hajus knows that you are here, John
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Carter," said Tars Tarkas, on his return from the
jeddak's quarters; "Sarkoja saw and recognized
you as we were returning. Tal Hajus has ordered
me to bring you before him tonight. I have ten
thoats, John Carter; you may take your choice
from among them, and I will accompany you to
ithe nearest waterway that leads to Helium. Tars
fTarkas may be a cruel green warrior, but he can
, be a friend as well. Come, we must start."

" And when you return, Tars Tarkas ? " I asked.

"The wild calots, possibly, or worse," he
replied. "Unless I should chance to have the
opportunity I have so long waited of battling with
[Tal Hajus."

"We will stay, Tars Tarkas, and see Tal Hajus
(tonight. You shall not sacrifice yourself, and it
may be that tonight you can have the chance you

wait."

He objected strenuously, saying that Tal Hajus
often flew into wild fits of passion at the mere
thought of the blow I had dealt him, and that if
ever he laid his hands upon me I would be sub
jected to the most horrible tortures.

While we were eating I repeated to Tars Tarkas
the story which Sola had told me that night upon
the sea bottom during the march to Thark.
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He said but little, but the great muscles of his
face worked in passion and in agony at recollec
tion of the horrors which had been heaped upon
the only thing he had ever loved in all his cold,
cruel, terrible existence.

He no longer demurred when I suggested that
we go before Tal Hajus, only saying that he would
like to speak to Sarkoja first. At his request I
accompanied him to her quarters, and the look of
venomous hatred she cast upon me was almost
adequate recompense for any future misfortunes
this accidental return to Thark might bring me.

" Sarkoja," said Tars Tarkas, " forty years ago
you were instrumental in bringing about the tor
ture and death of a woman named Gozava. I
have just discovered that the warrior who loved
that woman has learned of your part in the trans
action. He may not kill you, Sarkoja, it is not
>ur custom, but there is nothing to prevent him
tying one end of a strap about your neck and the
other end to a wild thoat, merely to test your
fitness to survive and help perpetuate our race.
Having heard that he would do this on the mor
row, I thought it only right to warn you, for I
am a just man. The river Iss is but a short pil
grimage, Sarkoja. Come, John Carter.'*

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The next morning Sarkoja was gone, nor was
she ever seen after.

In silence we hastened to the jeddak's palace,
where we were immediately admitted to his pres
ence; in fact, he could scarcely wait to see me and
was standing erect upon his platform glowering
at the entrance as I came in.

"Strap him to that pillar," he shrieked. "We
shall see who it is dares strike the mighty Tal
Hajus. Heat the irons ; with my own hands I shall
burn the eyes from his head that he may not
pollute my person with his vile gaze."

" Chieftains of Thark," I cried, turning to the
assembled council and ignoring Tal Hajus, "I
have been a chief among you, and today I have
fought for Thark shouMer to shoulder with her
greatest warrior. You owe me, at least, a hear
ing. I have won that much today. You claim
to be just people — "

" Silence," roared Tal Hajus. " Gag the crea
ture and bind him as I command."

"Justice, Tal Hajus," exclaimed Lorquas
Ptomel. " Who are you to set aside the customs
of ages among the Tharks."

"Yes, justice! " echoed a dozen voices, and so,
while Tal Hajus fumed and frothed, I continued.
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" You are a brave people and you love bravery,
but where was your mighty jeddak during the fight
ing today ? I did not see him in the thick of bat
tle ; he was not there. He rends defenseless women
and little children in his lair, but how recently has
one of you seen him fight with men? Why, even
I, a midget beside him, felled him with a single
blow of my fist. Is it of such that the Tharks
fashion their jeddaks? There stands beside me
now a great Thark, a mighty warrior and a noble
man. Chieftains, how sounds, Tars Tarkas, Jed-
dak of Thark?"

A roar of deep-toned applause greeted this sug
gestion.

" It but remains for this council to command,
and Tal Hajus must prove his fitness to rule. Were
he a brave man he would invite Tars Tarkas to
combat, for he does not love him, but Tal Hajus
is afraid; Tal Hajus, your jeddak, is a coward.
With my bare hands I could kill him, and he
knows it."

After I ceased there was tense silence, as all
eyes were riveted upon Tal Hajus. He did not
speak or move, but the blotchy green of his coun
tenance turned livid, and the froth froze upon his
lips.

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"Tal Hajus," said Lorquas Ptomel in a cold,
hard voice, "nev^ in my long life have I seen a
jeddak of the Tharks so humiliated. There could
be but one answer to this arraignment. We wait
it." And still Tal Hajus stood as though pet
rified.

" Chieftains," continued Lorquas Ptomel, " shall
the jeddak, Tal Hajus, prove his fitness to rule
over Tars Tarkas ? "

There were twenty chieftains about the rostrum,
and twenty swords flashed high in assent.

There was no alternative. That decree was
final, and so Tal Hajus drew his long-sword and
advanced to meet Tars Tarkas.

The combat was soon over, and, with his foot
upon the neck of the dead monster, Tars Tarkas
became jeddak among the Tharks.

His first act was to make me a full-fledged chief
tain with the rank I had won by my combats the
first few weeks of my captivity among them.

Seeing the favorable disposition of the warriors
toward Tars Tarkas, as well as toward me, I
grasped the opportunity to enlist them in my cause
against Zodanga. I told Tars Tarkas the story of
my adventures, and in a few words had explained
to him the thought I had in mind.
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"John Carter has made a proposal," he said,
addressing the council, "which meets with my
sanction. I shall put it to you briefly. 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.

"John Carter suggests that we rescue her and
return her to Helium. The loot of Zodanga would
be magnificent, and I have often thought that had
we an alliance with the people of Helium we could
obtain sufficient assurance of sustenance to permit
us to increase the size and frequency of our hatch
ings, and thus become unquestionably supreme
among the green men of all Barsoom. What
say you?"

It was a chance to fight, an opportunity to loot,
and they rose to the bait as a speckled trout to a
fly.

For Tharks they were wildly enthusiastic, and
before another half hour had passed twenty
mounted messengers were speeding across dead
sea bottoms to call the hordes together for the
expedition.

In three days we were on the march toward
Zodanga, one hundred thousand strong, as Tars
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to climb upon the shoulders of the upper two. The
head of the topmost warrior towered over forty
feet from the ground.

In this way, with ten warriors, I built a series
of three steps from the ground to the shoulders of
the topmost man. Then starting from a short dis
tance behind them I ran swiftly up from one tier
to the next, and with a final bound from the broad
shoulders of the highest I clutched the top of the
great wall and quietly drew myself to its broad
expanse. After me I dragged six lengths of leather
from an equal number of my warriors. These
lengths we had previously fastened together, and
passing one end to the topmost warrior I lowered
the other end cautiously over the opposite side of
the wall toward the avenue below. No one was
in sight, so, lowering myself to the end of my
leather strap, I dropped the remaining thirty feet
to the pavement below.

I had learned from Kantos Kan the secret of
opening these gates, and in another moment my
twenty great fighting men stood within the doomed
city of Zodanga.

I found to my delight that I had entered at the
lower boundary of the enormous palace grounds.
The building itself showed in the distance a blaze
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of glorious light, and on the instant I determined
to lead a detachment of warriors directly within
the palace itself, while the balance of the great
horde was attacking the barracks of the soldiery.
Dispatching one of my men to Tars Tarkas for
a detail of fifty Tharks, with word of my inten
tions, I ordered ten warriors to capture and open
one of the great gates while with the nine remain
ing I took the other. We were to do our work
quietly, no shots were to be fired and no general ad
vance made until I had reached the palace with my
fifty Tharks. Our plans worked to perfection. The
two sentries we met were dispatched to their
fathers upon the banks of the lost sea of Korus,
and the guards at both gates followed them in
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AS the great gate where I stood swung open
my fifty Tharks, headed by Tars Tarkas
himself, rode in upon their mighty thoats. I led
them to the palace walls, which I negotiated easily
without assistance. Once inside, however, the
gate gave me considerable trouble, but I finally
was rewarded by seeing it swing upon its huge
hinges, and soon my fierce escort was riding across
the gardens of the jeddak of Zodanga.

As we approached the palace I could see through
the great windows of the first floor into the bril
liantly illuminated audience chamber of Than
Kosis. The immense hall was crowded with nobles
and their women, as though some important func
tion was in progress. There was not a guard in
sight without the palace, due, I presume, to the
fact that the city and palace walls were considered
impregnable, and so I came close and peered
within.

At one end of the chamber, upon massive golden
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thrones encrusted with diamonds, sat Than Kosis
and his consort, surrounded by officers and dig
nitaries of state. Before them stretched a broad
aisle lined on either side with soldiery, and as I
looked there entered this aisle at the far end of
the hall, the head of a procession which advanced
to the foot of the throne.

First there marched four officers of the jed-
dak's Guard bearing a huge salver on which
reposed, upon a cushion of scarlet silk, a great
golden chain with a collar and padlock at each
end. Directly behind these officers came four
others carrying a similar salver which supported
the magnificent ornaments of a prince and prin
cess of the reigning house of Zodanga.

At the foot of the throne these two parties sep
arated and halted, facing each other at opposite
sides of the aisle. Then came more dignitaries,
and the officers of the palace and of the army,
and finally two figures entirely muffled in scarlet
silk, so that not a feature of either was discern
ible. These two stopped at the foot of the throne,
facing Than Kosis. When the balance of the pro
cession had entered and assumed their stations
Than Kosis addressed the couple standing before
him. I could not hear his words, but presently
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AS the great gate where I stood swung open
my fifty Tharks, headed by Tars Tarkas
himself, rode in upon their mighty thoats. I led
them to the palace walls, which I negotiated easily
without assistance. Once inside, however, the
gate gave me considerable trouble, but I finally
was rewarded by seeing it swing upon its huge
hinges, and soon my fierce escort was riding across
the gardens of the jeddak of Zodanga.

As we approached the palace I could see through
the great windows of the first floor into the bril
liantly illuminated audience chamber of Than
Kosis. The immense hall was crowded with nobles
and their women, as though some important func
tion was in progress. There was not a guard in
sight without the palace, due, I presume, to the
fact that the city and palace walls were considered
impregnable, and so I came close and peered
within.

At one end of the chamber, upon massive golden
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thrones encrusted with diamonds, sat Than Kosis
and his consort, surrounded by officers and dig
nitaries of state. Before them stretched a broad
aisle lined on either side with soldiery, and as I
looked there entered this aisle at the far end of
the hall, the head of a procession which advanced
to the foot of the throne.

First there marched four officers of the jed-
dak's Guard bearing a huge salver on which
reposed, upon a cushion of scarlet silk, a great
golden chain with a collar and padlock at each
end. Directly behind these officers came four
others carrying a similar salver which supported
the magnificent ornaments of a prince and prin
cess of the reigning house of Zodanga.

At the foot of the throne these two parties sep
arated and halted, facing each other at opposite
sides of the aisle. Then came more dignitaries,
and the officers of the palace and of the army,
and finally two figures entirely muffled in scarlet
silk, so that not a feature of either was discern
ible. These two stopped at the foot of the throne,
facing Than Kosis. When the balance of the pro
cession had entered and assumed their stations
Than Kosis addressed the couple standing before
him. I could not hear his words, but presently
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two officers advanced and removed the scarlet
robe from one of the figures, and I saw that Kantos
Kan had failed in his mission, for it was Sab Than,
Prince of Zodanga, who stood revealed before me.

Than Kosis now took a set of the ornaments
from one of the salvers and placed one of the col
lars of gold about his son's neck, springing the
padlock fast. After a few more words addressed
to Sab Than he turned to the other figure, from
which the officers now removed the enshrouding
silks, disclosing to my now comprehending view
Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium.

The object of the ceremony was clear to me;
in another moment Dejah Thoris would be joined
forever to the Prince of Zodanga. It was an
impressive and beautiful ceremony, I presume, but
to me it seemed the most fiendish sight I had ever
witnessed, and as the ornaments were adjusted
upon her beautiful figure and her collar of gold
swung open in the hands of Than Kosis I raised
my long-sword above my head, and, with the heavy
hilt, I shattered the glass of the great window
and sprang into the midst of the astonished assem
blage. With a bound I was on the steps of the
platform beside Than Kosis, and as he stood
riveted with surprise I brought my long-sword

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down upon the golden chain that would have bound
Dejah Thoris to another.

In an instant all was confusion; a thousana
drawn swords menaced me from every quarter,
and Sab Than sprang upon me with a jeweled
dagger he had drawn from his nuptial ornaments.
I could have killed him as easily as I might a fly,
but the age-old custom of Barsoom stayed my hand,
and grasping his wrist as the dagger flew toward
my heart I held him as though in a vise and with
my long-sword pointed to the far end of the hall.

"Zodanga has fallen," I cried. "Look!"

All eyes turned in the direction I had indicated,
and there, forging through the portals of the
entrance-way rode Tars Tarkas and his fifty war
riors on their great thoats.

A cry of alarm and amazement broke from
the assemblage, but no word of fear, and in a
moment the soldiers and nobles of Zodanga were
hurling themselves upon the advancing Tharks.

Thrusting Sab Than headlong from the plat
form, I drew Dejah Thoris to my side. Behind
the throne was a narrow doorway and in this
Than Kosis now stood facing me, with drawn
long-sword. In an instant we were engaged,, and
I found no mean antagonist.

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As we circled upon the broad platform I saw
Sab Than rushing up the steps to aid his father,
but, as he raised his hand to strike, Dejah Thoris
sprang before him and then my sword found the
spot that made Sab Than jeddak of Zodanga. As
his father rolled dead upon the floor the new jed
dak tore himself free from Dejah Thoris' grasp,
and again we faced each other. He was soon
joined by a quartet of officers, and, with my back
against a golden throne, I fought once again for
Dejah Thoris. I was hard pressed to defend
myself and yet not strike down Sab Than and,
with him, my last chance to win the woman I
loved. My blade was swinging with the rapidity
of lightning as I sought to parry the thrusts and
cuts of my opponents. Two I had disarmed, and
one was down, when several more rushed to the
aid of their new ruler, and to avenge the death of
the old.

As they advanced there were cries of "The
woman! The woman! Strike her down; it is her
plot. Kill her I Kill her I"

Calling to Dejah Thoris to get behind me I

worked my way toward the little doorway back of

the throne, but the officers realized my intentions,

and three of them sprang in behind me and blocked

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my chances for gaming a position where I could
have defended Dejah Thoris against an army of
swordsmen.

The Tharks were having their hands full in the
center of the room, and I began to realize that
nothing short of a miracle could save Dejah Thoris
and myself, when I saw Tars Tarkas surging
through the crowd of pigmies that swarmed about
him. With one swing of his mighty long-sword he
laid a dozen corpses at his feet, and so he hewed a
pathway before him until in another moment he
stood upon the platform beside me, dealing death
and destruction right and left.

The bravery of the Zodangans was awe-inspir
ing, not one attempted to escape, and when the
fighting ceased it was because only Tharks
remained alive in the great hall, other than Dejah
Thoris and myself.

Sab Than lay dead beside his father, and the
corpses of the flower of Zodangan nobility and
chivalry covered the floor of the bloody shambles.

My first thought when the battle was over was
for Kantos Kan, and leaving Dejah Thoris in
charge of Tars Tarkas I took a dozen warriors
and hastened to the dungeons beneath the pal»ce.
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throne room, so we searched the labyrinthine
prison without opposition.

I called Kantos Kan's name aloud in each new
corridor and compartment, and finally I was
rewarded by hearing a faint response. Guided
by the sound, we soon found him helpless in a
daYk recess.

He was overjoyed at seeing me, and to know
the meaning of the fight, faint echoes of which
had reached his prison cell. He told me that the
air patrol had captured him before he reached
the high tower of the palace, so that he had not
even seen Sab Than.

We discovered that it would be futile to attempt
to cut away the bars and chains which held him
prisoner, so, at his suggestion I returned to search
the bodies on the floor above for keys to open the
padlocks of his cell and of his chains.

Fortunately among the first I examined I found
his jailer, and soon we had Kantos Kan with u»
in the throne room.

The sounds of heavy firing, mingled with shouts
and cries, came to us from the city's streets, and
Tars Tarkas hastened away to direct the fighting
without. Kantos Kan accompanied him to act as
guide, the green warriors commencing a thorough
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search of the palace for other Zodangans and for
loot, and Dejah Thoris and I were left alone.

She had sunk into one of the golden thrones,
and as I turned to her she greeted me with a wan
smile.

" Was there ever such a man I " she exclaimed.
" I know that Barsoom has never before seen yeur
like. Ca-n it be that all Earth men are as you?
Alone, a stranger, hunted, threatened, persecuted,
you have done in a few short months what in all
the past ages of Barsoom no man has ever done :
joined together the wild hordes of the sea bottoms
and brought them to fight as allies of a red Mar
tian people."

"The answer is easy, Dejah Thoris," I replied
smiling. "It was not I who did it, it was love,
love for Dejah Thoris, a power that would work
greater miracles than this you have seen."

A pretty flush overspread her face and she
answered,

"You may say that now, John Carter, and I
may listen, for I am free."

"And more still I have to say, ere it is again
too late," I returned. " I have done many strange
things in my life, many things that wiser men
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fancies have I dreamed of winning a Dejah Thoris
for myself — for never had I dreamed that in all
the universe dwelt such a woman as the Princess
of Helium. That you are a princess does not
abash me, but that you are you is enough to make
me doubt my sanity as I ask you, my princess, to
be mine."

" He does not need to be abashed who so well
knew the answer to his plea before the plea were
irade," she replied, rising and placing her dear
hands upon my shoulders, and so I took her in my
arms and kissed her.

And thus in the midst of a city of wild conflict,
filled with the alarms of war; with death and
destruction reaping their terrible harvest around
her, did Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, true
daughter of Mars, the God of War, promise her
self in marriage to John Carter, Gentleman of
.Virginia.

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! THROUGH CARNAGE TO JOY

SOMETIME later Tars Tarkas and Kantos
Kan returned to report that Zodanga had
been completely reduced. Her forces were entirely
destroyed or captured, and no further resistance
was to be expected from within. Several battle
ships had escaped, but there were thousands of
war and merchant vessels under guard of Thark
warriors.

The lesser hordes had commenced looting and
quarreling among themselves, so it was decided
that we collect what warriors we could, man as
many vessels as possible with Zodangan prisoners
and make for Helium without further loss of time.

Five hours later we sailed from the roofs of
the dock buildings with a fleet of two hundred and
fifty battleships, carrying nearly one hundred
thousand green warrjors, followed by a fleet of
transports with our thoats.

Behind us we left the stricken city in the fierce
and brutal clutches of some forty thousand gretf x
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warriors of the lesser hordes. They were looting,
murdering, and fighting amongst themselves. In
a hundred places they had applied the torch, and
columns of dense smoke were rising above the
city as though to blot out from the eye of heaven
the horrid sights beneath.

In the middle of the afternoon we sighted the
scarlet and yellow towers of Helium, and a short
time later a great fleet of Zodangan battleships
rose from the camps of the besiegers without the
city, and advanced to meet us.

The banners of Helium had been strung from
stem to stern of each of our mighty craft, but the
Zodangans did not need this sign to realize that
we were enemies, for our green Martian warriors
had opened fire upon them almost as they left the
ground. With their uncanny marksmanship they
raked the on-coming fleet with volley after volley.

The twin cities of Helium, perceiving that we
were friends, sent out hundreds of vessels to aid
us, and then began the first real air battle I had
ever witnessed.

The vessels carrying our green warriors were

kept circling above the contending fleets of Helium

and Zodanga, since their batteries were useless in

the hands of the Tharks who, having no navy,

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have no skill in naval gunnery. Their smallarm
fire, however, was most effective, and the final
outcome of the engagement was strongly influ
enced, if not wholly determined, by their presence.

At first the two forces circled at the same alti
tude, pouring broadside after broadside into each
other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull
of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodan-
gan camp ; with a lurch she turned completely over,
the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and
twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below;
then with sickening velocity she tore after them,
almost completely burying herself in the soft loam
of the ancient sea bottom.

A wild cry of exultation arose from the Hel-
iumite squadron, and with redoubled ferocity they
fell upon the Zodangan fleet. By a pretty maneu
ver two of the vessels of Helium gained a posi
tion above their adversaries, from which they
poured upon them from their keel bomb batteries
a perfect torrent of exploding bombs.

Then, one by one, the battleships of Helium
succeeded in rising above the Zodangans, and in a
short time a number of the beleaguering battleships
were drifting hopeless wrecks toward the high
scarlet tower of greater Helium. Several others
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attempted to escape, but they were soon surrounded
by thousands of tiny individual fliers, and above
each hung a monster battleship of Helium ready
to drop boarding parties upon their decks.

Within but little more than an hour from the
moment the victorious Zodangan squadron had
risen to meet us from the camp of the besiegers
the battle was over, and the remaining vessels of
the conquered Zodangans were headed toward the
cities of Helium under prize crews.

There was an extremely pathetic side to the sur
render of these mighty fliers, the result of an age-
old custom which demanded that surrender should
be signalized by the voluntary plunging to earth
of the commander of the vanquished vessel. One
after another the brave fellows, holding their
colors high above their heads, leaped from the
towering bows of their mighty craft to an awful
death.

Not until the commander of the entire fleet
took the fearful plunge, thus indicating the sur
render of the remaining vessels, did the fighting
cease, and the useless sacrifice of brave men come
to an end.

We now signaled the flagship of Helium's navy
to approach, and when she was within hailing dis*
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tance I called out that we had the Princess Dejah
Thoris on board, and that we wished to transfer
her to the flagship that she might be taken imme
diately to the city.

As the full import of my announcement bore
in upon them a great cry arose from the decks of
the flagship, and a moment later the colors of the
Princess of Helium broke from a hundred points
upon her upper works. When the other vessels
of the squadron caught the meaning of the signals
flashed them they took up the wild acclaim and
unfurled her colors in the gleaming sunlight.

The flagship bore down upon us, and as she
swung gracefully to and touched our side a dozen
officers sprang upon our decks. As their aston
ished gaze fell upon the hundreds of green
warriors, who now came forth from the fighting
shelters, they stopped aghast, but at sight of Kan-
tos Kan, who advanced to meet them, they came
forward, crowding about him.

Dejah Thoris and I then advanced, and they
had no eyes for other than her. She received them
gracefully, calling each by name, for they were
men high in the esteem and service of her grand
father, and she knew them well.

"Lay your hands upon the shoulder of John

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Carter," she said to them, turning toward me,
"the man to whom Helium owes her princess as
well as her victory today."

They were very courteous to me and said many
kind and complimentary things, but what seemed
to impress them most was that I had won the aid
of the fierce Tharks in my campaign for the liber
ation of Dejah Thoris, and the relief of Helium.

"You owe your thanks more to another man
than to me," I said, "and here he is; meet one of
Barsoom's greatest soldiers and statesmen, Tars
Tsrkas, Jeddak of Thark."

With the same polished courtesy that had
marked their manner toward me they extended
their greetings to the great Thark, nor, to my sur
prise, was he much behind them in ease of bearing
or in courtly speech. Though not a garrulous race,
the Tharks are extremely formal, and their ways
lend themselves amazingly to dignified and courtly
manners.

Dejah Thoris went aboard the flagship, and
was much put out that I would not follow, but, as
I explained to her, the battle was but partly won ;
we still had the land forces of the besieging Zodan-
gans to account for, and I would not leave Tars
Tarkas until that had been accomplished.
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The commander of the naval forces of Helium
promised to arrange to have the armies of Helium
attack from the city in conjunction with our land
attack, and so the vessels separated and Dejah
Thoris was borne in triumph back to the court of
her grandfather, Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.

In the distance lay our fleet of transports, with
the thoats of the green warriors, where they had
remained during the battle. Without landing
stages it was to be a difficult matter to unload these
beasts upon the open plain, but there was noth
ing else for it, and so we put out for a point about
ten miles from the city and began the task.

It was necessary to lower the animals to the
ground in slings and this work occupied the re
mainder of the day and half the night. Twice
we were attacked by parties of Zodangan cavalry J
but with little loss, however, and after darkness
shut down they withdrew.

As soon as the last thoat was unloaded Tars
Tarkas gave the command to advance, and in
three parties we crept upon the Zodangan camp
from the north, the south and the east.

About a mile from the main camp we encoun
tered their outposts and, as had been prearranged,
accepted this as the signal to charge. With wild,

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ferocious cries and amidst the nasty squealing of
battle-enraged thoats we bore down upon the
Zodangans.

We did not catch them napping, but found a
well-entrenched battle line confronting us. Time
after time we were repulsed until, toward noon, I
began to fear for the result of the battle.

The Zodangans numbered nearly a million
fighting men, gathered from pole to pole, where-
ever stretched their ribbon-like waterways, while
pitted against them were less than a hundred thou
sand green warriors. The forces from Helium
had not arrived, nor could we receive any word
from them.

Just at noon we heard heavy firing all along the
line between the Zodangans and the cities, and we
knew then that our much-needed reinforcements
had come.

Again Tars Tarkas ordered the charge, and
once more the mighty thoats bore their terrible
riders against the ramparts of the enemy. At the
same moment the battle line of Helium surged
over the opposite breastworks of the Zodangans
and in another moment they were being crushed
as between two millstones. Nobly they fought,
but in vain.

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The plain before the city became a veritable
shambles ere the last Zodangan surrendered, but
finally the carnage ceased, the prisoners were
marched back to Helium, and we entered the
greater city's gates, a huge triumphal procession
of conquering heroes.

The broad avenues were lined with women and
children, among which were the few men whose
duties necessitated that they remain within the city
during the battle. We were greeted with an end
less round of applause and showered with orna
ments of gold, platinum, silver, and precious
jewels. The city had gone mad with joy.

My fierce Tharks caused the wildest excitement
and enthusiasm. Never before had an armed body
of green warriors entered the gates of Helium,
and that they came now as friends and allies filled
the red men with rejoicing.

That my poor services to Dejah Thoris had
become known to the Heliumites was evidenced
by the loud crying of my name, and by the loads
of ornaments that were fastened upon me and my
huge thoat as we passed up the avenues to the
palace, for even in the face of the ferocious ap
pearance of Woola the populace pressed close
about me.

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As we approached this magnificent pile we were
met by a party of officers who greeted us warmly
and requested that Tars Tarkas and his jeds with
the jeddaks and jeds of his wild allies, together
with myself, dismount and accompany them to
receive from Tardos Mors an expression of his
gratitude for our services.

At the top of the great steps leading up to the
main portals of the palace stood the royal party,
and as we reached the lower steps one of their
number descended to meet us. He was an almost
perfect specimen of manhood; tall, straight as an
arrow, superbly muscled and with the carriage and
bearing of a ruler of men. I did not need to be
told that he was Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.

The first member of our party he met was Tars
Tarkas and his first words sealed forever the new
friendship between the races.

"That Tardos Mors," he said, earnestly, "may
meet the greatest living warrior of Barsoom is a
priceless honor, but that he may lay his hand on
the shoulder of a friend and ally is a far greater
boon."

"Jeddak of Helium," returned Tars Tarkas,
" it has remained for a man of another world to
teach the green warriors of Barsoom the meaning
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of friendship; to him we owe the fact that the
hordes of Thark can understand you; that they
can appreciate and reciprocate the sentiments so
graciously expressed."

Tardos Mors then greeted eaich of the green
yeddaks and jeds, and to each spoke words of'
friendship and appreciation.

As he approached me he laid both hands upon
my shoulders.

"Welcome, my son," he said; "that you are
granted, gladly, and without one word of oppo-
sition, the most precious jewel in all Helium, yes,
on all Barsoom, is sufficient earnest of my esteem."

We were then presented to Mors Kajak, Jed of
lesser Helium, and father of Dejah Thoris. He
had followed close behind Tardos Mors and
seemed even more affected by the meeting than had
his father.

He tried a dozen times to express his gratitude
to me, but his voice choked with emotion and he
could not speak, and yet he had, as I was to later
learn, a reputation for ferocity and fearlessness
as a fighter that was remarkable even upon war
like Barsoom. In common with all Helium he
worshiped his daughter, nor could he think of
what she had escaped without deep emotion.

F

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OR ten days the hordes of Thark and their
wild allies were feasted and entertained, and,
then, loaded with costly presents and escorted by
ten thousand soldiers of Helium commanded by
Mors Kajak, they started on the return journey to
their own lands. The jed of lesser Helium with
a small party of nobles accompanied them all the
way to Thark to cement more closely the new
bonds of peace and friendship.

Sola also accompanied Tars Tarkas, her father,
who before all his chieftains had acknowledged
her as his daughter.

Three weeks later, Mors Kajak and his officers,
accompanied by Tars Tarkas and Sola, returned
upon a battleship that had been dispatched to
Thark to fetch them in time for the ceremony
which made Dejah Thoris and John Carter one.

For nine years I served in the councils and
fought in the armies of Helium as a prince of the
house of Tardos Mors. The people seemed never

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to tire of heaping honors upon me, and no day
passed that did not bring some new proof of their
love for my princess, the incomparable Dejah
Thoris.

In a golden incubator upon the roof of our
palace lay a snow-white egg. For nearly five
years ten soldiers of the jeddak's Guard had con
stantly stood over it, and not a day passed when
I was in the city that Dejah Thoris and I did not
5tand hand in hand before our little shrine plan
ning for the future, when the delicate shell should
break.

Vivid in my memory is the picture of the last
night as we sat there talking in low tones of the
strange romance which had woven our lives
together and of this wonder which was coming to
augment our happiness and fulfill our hopes.

In the distance we saw the bright-white light of
an approaching airship, but we attached no special
significance to so common a sight. Like a bolt of
iightning it raced toward Helium until its very
speed bespoke the unusual.

Flashing the signals which proclaimed it a dis
patch bearer for the jeddak, it circled impatiently
awaiting the tardy patrol boat which must convoy
it to the palace docks.

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Ten minutes after it touched at the palace a
message called me to the council chamber, which
I found filling with the members of that body.

On the raised platform of the throne was Tar-
dos Mors, pacing back and forth with tense-drawn
face. When all were in their seats he turned
toward us.

"This morning," he said, "word reached the
several governments of Barsoom that the keeper
of the atmosphere plant had made no wireless
report for two days, nor had almost ceaseless calls
upon him from a score of capitals elicited a sign
of response.

"The ambassadors of the other nations asked
us to take the matter in hand and hasten the assist
ant keeper to the plant. All day a thousand cruis
ers have been searching for him until, just now
one of them returns bearing his dead body, which
was found in the pits beneath his house horribly
mutilated by some assassin.

" I do not need to tell you what this means to
Barsoom. It would take months to- penetrate
those mighty walls, in fact the work has already
commenced, and there would be little to fear were
the engine of the pumping plant to run as it should
and as they all have for hundreds of years; but

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the worst, we fear, has happened. The instru
ments show a rapidly decreasing air pressure on
all parts of Barsoom — the engine has stopped."

"My gentlemen," he concluded, "we have at
best three days to live."

There was absolute silence for several minutes,
and then a young noble arose, and with his drawn
sword held high above his head addressed Tardos
Mors.

"The men of Helium have prided themselves
that they have ever shown Barsoom how a nation
of red men should live, now is our opportunity to
show them how they should die. Let us go about
our duties as though a thousand useful years still
lay before us."

The chamber rang with applause and as there
was nothing better to do than to allay the fears
of the people by our example we went our ways
with smiles upon our faces and sorrow gnawing at
our hearts.

When I returned to my palace I found that the
rumor already had reached Dejah Thoris, so I
told her all that I had heard.

"We have been very happy, John Carter," she
said, " and I thank whatever fate overtakes us chat
it permits us to die together."

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The next two days brought no noticeable change
in the supply of air, but on the morning of the
third day breathing became difficult at the higher
altitudes of the roof tops. The avenues and plazas
of Helium were filled with people. All business
had ceased. For the most part the people looked
bravely into the face of their unalterable doom.
Here and there, however, men and women gave
way to quiet grief.

Toward the middle of the day many of the
weaker commenced to succumb and within an hour
the people of Barsoom were sinking by thousands
into the unconsciousness which precedes death by
asphyxiation.

Dejah Thoris and I with the other members of
the royal family ha3 collected in a sunken garden
within an inner court-yard of the palace. We con
versed in low tones, when we conversed at all,
as the awe of the grim shadow of death crept
over us. Even Woola seemed to feel the weight
of the impending calamity, for he pressed close
to Dejah Thoris and to me, whining pitifully.

The little incubator had been brought from the
roof of our palace at request of Dejah Thoris
and she sat gazing longingly upon the unknown
little life that now she would never know.

As it was becoming perceptibly difficult to
breathe Tardos Mors arose, saying,

" Let us bid each other farewell. The days of
the greatness of Barsoom are over. Tomorrow's
sun will look down upon a dead world whicK
through all eternity must go swinging through the
heavens peopled not even by memories. It is the
end."

He stooped and kissed the women of his family,
and laid his strong hand upon the shoulders of
the men.

As I turned sadly from him my eyes fell upon
Dejah Thoris. Her head was drooping upon her
breast, to all appearances she was lifeless. With
a cry I sprang to her and raised her in my arms.

Her eyes opened and looked into mine.

"Kiss me, John Carter," she murmured. "I
love you ! I love you ! It is cruel that we must
be torn apart who were just starting upon a life of
love and happiness."

As I pressed her dear lips to mine the old feel
ing of unconquerable power and authority rose in
me. The fighting blood of Virginia sprang to life
in my veins.

" It shall not be, my princess," I cried. " There
is, there must be some way, and John Carter, who

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has fought his way through a strange world for
love of you, will find it."

And with my words there crept above the thresh-
.old of my conscious mind a series of nine long
forgotten sounds. Like a flash of lightning in the
darkness their full purport dawned upon me —
the key to the three great doors of the atmosphere
plant 1

Turning suddenly toward Tardos Mors as I
still clasped my dying love to my breast I cried,

"A flier, Jeddak! Quick! Order your swiftest
flier to the palace top. I can save Barsoom yet."

He did not wait to question, but in an instant
a guard was racing to the nearest dock and though
the air was thin and almost gone at the roof top
they managed to launch the fastest one-man, air-
scout machine that the skill of Barsoom had ever
produced.

Kissing Dejah Thoris a dozen times and com
manding Woola, who would have followed me,
to remain and guard her, I bounded with my old
agility and strength to the high ramparts of the
palace, and in another moment I was headed
toward the goal of the hopes of all Barsoom.

I had to fly low to get sufficient air to breathe,
but I took a straight course across an old sea
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bottom and so had to rise only a few feet above
the ground.

I traveled with awful velocity for my errand
fwas a race against time with death. The face of
Dejah Thoris hung always before me. As I
turned for a last look as I left the palace garden
I had seen her stagger and sink upon the ground
beside the little incubator. That she had dropped
into the last coma which would end in death, if
the air supply remained unreplenished, I well
knew, and so, throwing caution to the winds, I
flung overboard everything but the engine and
compass, even to my ornaments, and lying on my
belly along the deck with one hand on the steering
wheel and the other pushing the speed lever to its
last notch I split the thin air of dying Mars with
the speed of a meteor.

An hour before dark the great walls of the
atmosphere plant loomed suddenly before me, and
with a sickening thud I plunged to the ground
before the small door which was withholding the
spark of life from the inhabitants of an entire
planet.

Beside the door a great crew of men had been
laboring to pierce the wall, but they had scarcely
scratched the flint-like surface, and now most of

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them lay in the last sleep from which not even air
would awaken them.

Conditions seemed much worse here than at
Helium, and it was with difficulty that I breathed
at all. There were a few men still conscious,
and to one of these I spoke.

" If I can open these doors is there a man who
can start the engines ? " I asked.

"I can," he replied, "if you open quickly. I
can last but a few moments more. But it is use
less, they are both dead and no one else upon Bar-
soom knew the secret of these awful locks. For
three days men crazed with fear have surged
about this portal in vain attempts to solve its
mystery."

I had no time to talk, I was becoming very
weak and it was with difficulty that I controlled
my mind at all.

But, with a final effort, as I sank weakly to my
knees I hurled the nine thought waves at that
awful thing before me. The Martian had crawled
to my side and with staring eyes fixed on the single
panel before us we waited in the silence of death.

Slowly the mighty door receded before us. I
attempted to rise and follow it but I was too
weak.

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"After it," I cried to my companion, "and if
you reach the pump room turn loose all the pumps.
It is the only chance Barsoom has to exist to
morrow! "

From where I lay I opened the second door,
and then the third, and as I saw the hope of Bar
soom crawling weakly on hands and knees through
the last doorway I sank unconscious upon the
ground.

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AT THE ARIZONA CAVE

IT was dark when I opened my eyes again.
Strange, stiff garments were upon my body;
garments that cracked and powdered away from
me as I rose to a sitting posture.

I felt myself over from head to foot and from
head to foot I was clothed, though when I fell
unconscious at the little doorway I had been
naked. Before me was a small patch of moonlit
sky which showed through a ragged aperture.

As my hands passed over my body they came
in contact with pockets and in one of these a small
parcel of matches wrapped in oiled paper. One of
these matches I struck, and its dim flame lighted
up what appeared to be a huge cave, toward the
back of which I discovered a strange, still figure
huddled over a tiny bench. As I approached it
I saw that it was the dead and mummified remains
of a little old woman with long black hair, and
the thing it leaned over was a small charcoal burner
upon which rested a round copper vessel contain
ing a small quantity of greenish powder.
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Behind her, depending from the roof upon raw
hide thongs, and stretching entirely across the
cave, was a row of human skeletons. From the
thong which held them stretched another to the
dead hand of the little old woman; as I touched
the cord the skeletons swung to the motion with,
a noise as of the rustling of dry leaves.

It was a most grotesque and horrid tableau
and I hastened out into the fresh air; glad to
escape from so gruesome a place.

The sight that met my eyes as I stepped out
upon a small ledge which ran before the entrance
of the cave filled me with consternation.

A new heaven and a new landscape met my
gaze. The silvered mountains in the distance,
the almost stationary moon hanging in the sky,
the cacti-studded valley below me were not of
Mars. I could scarce believe my eyes, but the
truth slowly forced itself upon me — I was look
ing upon Arizona from the same ledge from which
ten years before I had gazed with longing upon
Mars.

Burying my head in my arms I turned, broken,
and sorrowful, down the trail from the cave.

Above me shone the red eye of Mars holding
her awful secret, forty-eight million miles away.
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Did the Martian reach the pump room? Did
the vitalizing air reach the people of that dis
tant planet in time to save them? Was my Dejah
Thoris alive, or did her beautiful body lie cold in
death beside the tiny golden incubator in the
sunken garden of the inner courtyard of the palace
of Tardos Mors, the jeddak of Helium?

For ten years I have waited and prayed for an
answer to my questions. For ten years I have
waited and prayed to be taken back to the world
of my lost love. I would rather lie dead beside
her there than live on Earth all those millions of
terrible miles from her.

The old mine, which I found untouched, has
made me fabulously wealthy; but what care I for
wealth !

As I sit here tonight in my little study over
looking the Hudson, just twenty years have elapsed
since I first opened my eyes upon Mars.

I can see her shining in the sky through the little
window by my desk, and tonight she seems calling
to me again as she has not called before since
that long dead night, and I think I can see, across
that awful abyss of space, a beautiful black-haired
woman standing in the garden of a palace, and at
her side is a little boy who puts his arm around
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her as she points into the sky toward the planet
Earth, while at their feet is a huge and hideous
creature with a heart of gold.

I believe that they are waiting there for me,
and something tells me that I shall soon know.

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GLORY OF YOUTH

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THE HOUSE OF DREAMS-COME-TRUE

How a man and a woman fulfilled a gypsy's strange prophecy,

THE HERMIT OF FAR END

How love made its way into a walled-in house and a walled-in
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THE LAMP OF FATE

The story of a woman who tried to take all and give nothing.

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THE VALLEY OF SILENT MEN

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THE GOLDEN SNARE

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THE COURAGE OF MARGE ODOONE

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NEVER THE TWAIN SHALL MEET

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CAPPY RICKS RETIRES

Cappy retires, but the romance of the sea and business, keep
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THE PRIDE OF PALOMAR

When two strong men clash and the under-dog has Irish blood
in his veins — there's a tale that Kyne can tell !

KINDRED OF THE DUST

Donald McKay, son of Hector McKay, millionaire lumber king,
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has been ostracized by her townsfolk.

THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS

The fight of the Cardigans, father and son, to hold the Valley
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CAPPY RICKS

Cappy Ricks gave Man Peasley the acid test because he knew
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WEBSTER: MAN'S MAN

A man and a woman hailing from the " States," met up with a
revolution while in Central America. Adventures and excitement
came so thick and fast that their love affair had to wait for a lull
in the game.

CAPTAIN SCRAGGS

This sea yarn recounts the adventures of three rapscallion sea
faring men.

THE LONG CHANCE

Harley P. Hennage is the best gambler, the best and worst
man of San Pasqual and of lovely Donna.

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DAUGHTER OF THE SUN

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TIMBER-WOLF

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THE EVERLASTING WHISPER

The story of a strong man's struggle against savage nature and humanity,
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DESERT VALLEY

A college professor sets out with his daughter to find gold. They meet
a rancher who loses his heart, and becomes involved in a feud.

MAN TO MAN

How Steve won his game and the girl he loved, is a *tory filled with
breathless situations.

THE BELLS OF SAN JUAN

Dr. Virginia Page is forced to go with the sheriff on a night journey
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JUDITH OF BLUE LAKE RANCH

Judith Sanford part owner of a cattle ranch realizes she is being robbed
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THE SHORT CUT

Wayne is suspected of killing his brother after a quarrel. Financial com
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THE JOYOUS TROUBLE MAKER

A reporter sets up housekeeping close to Beatrice's Ranch much to her
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SIX FEET FOUR

Beatrice Waverly is robbed of $5,000 and suspicion fastens upon Buck '
Thornton, but she soon realizes he is not guilty.

WOLF BREED

No Luck Drennan, a woman hater and sharp of tongue, finds a match
in Ygerae whose clever fencing wins the admiration and love of the " Lone
Wolf." '

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THE BARON OF DIAMOND TAIL *i

The Elk Mountain Cattle Co. had not paid a dividend in years ;
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was wrong at the ranch. The tale of this tenderfoot outwitting the
buckaroos at their own play will sweep you into the action of this
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THE BONDBOY

Joe Newbolt, bound out by force of femily conditions to work for*
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the words that would clear him. A dramatic, romantic tale of intense

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CLAIM NUMBER ONE

Dr. .Warren Slavens drew claim number one, which entitled him
to first choice of rich lands on an Indian reservation in Wyoming. It
meant a fortune ; but before he established his ownership he had a
hard battle with crooks and politicians.

THE DUKE OF CHIMNEY BUTTE

When Jerry Lambert, "the Duke," attempts to safeguard the
cattle ranch of Vesta Philbrook from thieving neighbors, his work is
appallingly handicapped because of Grace Kerr, one of the chief agi
tators, and a deadly enemy of Vesta's. A stirring tale of brave deeds,
gun-play and a love that shines above all.

THE FLOCKMASTER OF POISON CREEK

John Mackenzie trod the trail from Jasper to the great sheep
country where fortunes were being made by the flock-masters.
Shepherding was not a peaceful pursuit in those bygone days. Ad-
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their best fights for a woman — it is an epic of the sheeplands.

THE LAND OF LAST CHANCE

Jim TimBerlake and Capt. David Scott waited with restless
thousands on the Oklahoma line for the signal to dash across the
border. How the city of Victory arose overnight on the plains, how
people savagely defended theii 'claims against the " sooners; " how
good men and bad played politics, makes a strong story of growth
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TRAIL'S END

Ascalon was the end of the trail for thirsty cowboys who gave
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himself of the safety of a certain dark-eyed g-irl.

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THE LITTL'ST LOVER

CANDLE LIGHT

THE MAN WITHOUT A HEART

THE ROMANCE OF A ROGUE

THE MATHERSON MARRIAGE

RICHARD CHATTERTON

A BACHELOR HUSBAND

THE SCAR

THE MARRIAGE OF BARRY WICKLOW

THE UPHILL ROAD

WINDS OF THE WORLD

THE SECOND HONEYMOON

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