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Title:      John Carter and the Giant of Mars (1940)
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs
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Title:      John Carter and the Giant of Mars (1940)
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs



The moons of Mars looked down upon a giant Martian thoat as it raced
silently over the soft mossy ground. Eight powerful legs carried the
creature forward in great, leaping strides.

The path of the mighty beast was guided telepathically by the two people
who sat in a huge saddle that was cinched to the thoat's broad back.

It was the custom of Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, to ride forth
weekly to inspect part of her grandfather's vast farming and industrial

Her journey to the farm lands wound through the lonely Helium Forest
where grow the huge trees that furnish much of the lumber supply to the
civilized nations of Mars.

Dawn was just breaking in the eastern Martian sky, and the jungle was
dark and still damp with the evening dew. The gloom of the forest made
Dejah Thoris thankful for the presence of her companion, who rode in the
saddle in front of her. Her hands rested on his broad, bronze shoulders,
and the feel of those smooth, supple muscles gave her a little thrill of
confidence. One of his hands rested on the jewel-encrusted hilt of his
great long sword and he sat his saddle very straight, for he was the
mightiest warrior on Mars.

John Carter turned to gaze at the lovely face of his princess.
"Frightened, Dejah Thoris?" he asked.

"Never, when I am with my chieftain," Dejah Thoris smiled.

"But what of the forest monsters, the arboks?"

"Grandfather has had them all removed. On the last trip, my guard killed
the only tree reptile I've ever seen."

Suddenly Dejah Thoris gasped, clutched vainly at John Carter to regain
her balance. The mighty thoat lurched heavily to the mossy ground. The
riders catapulted over his head. In an instant the two had regained their
feet; but the thoat lay very still.

Carter jerked his long sword from its scabbard and motioned Dejah Thoris
to stay at his back.

The silence of the forest was abruptly shattered by an uncanny roar
directly above them.

"An arbok!" Dejah Thoris cried.

The tree reptile launched itself straight for the hated man-things.
Carter lifted his sword and swung quickly to one side, drawing the
monster's attention away from Dejah Thoris, who crouched behind the fallen

The earthman's first thrust sliced harmlessly through the beast's outer
skin. A huge claw knocked him off balance, and he found himself lying on
the ground with the great fangs at his throat.

"Dejah Thoris, get the atom gun from the thoat's back," Carter called
hoarsely to the girl. There was no answer.

Calling upon every ounce of his great strength, Carter drove his sword
into the arbok's neck. The creature shuddered. A stream of blood gushed
from the wound. The man wriggled from under the dead body and sprang to
his feet.

"Dejah Thoris! Dejah Thoris!"

Wildly Carter searched the ground and trees surrounding the dead thoat
and arbok. There was no sign of Dejah Thoris. She had utterly vanished.

A shaft of light from the rising sun filtering through the foliage
glistened on an object at the earthman's feet. Carter picked up a large
shell, a shell recently ejected from a silent atom gun.

Springing to the dead thoat, he examined the saddle trappings. The atom
gun that he had told Dejah Thoris to fire was still in its leather boot!

The earthman stooped beside the dead thoat's head. There was a tiny,
bloody hole through its skull. That shot and the charging arbok had been
part of a well conceived plan to abduct Dejah Thoris, and kill him!

But Dejah Thoris--how had she disappeared so quickly, so completely?

Grimly, Carter set off at a run back to the forest toward Helium.

Noon found the earthman in a private audience chamber of Tardos Mors,
Jeddak of Helium, grandfather of Dejah Thoris.

The old jeddak was worried. He thrust a rough piece of parchment into
John Carter's hand. Crude, bold letters were inscribed upon the
parchment; and as Carter scanned the note his eyes burned with anger. It

"I, Pew Mogel, the most powerful ruler on Mars, have decided to take over
the iron works of Helium. The iron will furnish me with all the ships I
need to protect Helium and the other cities of Barsoom from invasion. If
you have not evacuated all your workers from the iron mines and factories
in three days, then I will start sending you the fingers of the Royal
Princess of Helium. Hurry, because I may decide to send her tongue, which
wags too much of John Carter. Remember, obey Pew Mogel, for he is

Tardos Mors dug his nails into the palms of his hands. "Who is the
upstart who calls himself the most powerful ruler of Mars?"

Carter looked thoughtfully at the note.

"He must have spies here," he said. "Pew Mogel knew that I was to leave
this morning with Dejah Thoris on a tour of inspection."

"A spy it must have been," Tardos Mors groaned. "I found this note pinned
to the curtains in my private audience-chamber. But what can we do? Dejah
Thoris is the only thing in life that I have left to love--" His voice

"All Helium loves her, Tardos Mors, and we will all die before we return
to you empty-handed."

Carter strode to the visiscreen and pushed a button. "Summon Kantos Kan
and Tars Tarkas." He spoke quickly to an orderly. "Have them come here at

Soon after, the huge, green warrior and the lean, red man were in the

"It is fortunate, John Carter, that I am here in Helium on my weekly
visit from the plains." Tars Tarkas, the green thark, gripped his massive
sword with his powerful four hands. His great, giant body loomed
majestically above the others in the room.

Kantos Kan laid his hand on John Carter's shoulder. "I was on my way to
the palace when I received your summons. Already, word of our princess'
abduction has spread over Helium. I came immediately," said the noble
fellow, "to offer you my sword and my heart."

"I have never heard of this Pew Mogel," said Tars Tarkas. "Is he a green

Tardos Mors grunted, "He's probably some petty outlaw or criminal who has
an overbloated ego."

Carter raised his eyes from the ransom note.

"No, Tardos Mors, I think he is more formidable than you imagine. He is
clever, also. There must have been an airship, with a silent motor, at
hand to carry Dejah Thoris away so quickly--or perhaps some great bird!
Only a very powerful man who is prepared to back up his threats would
kidnap the Princess of Helium and even hope to take over the great iron

"He probably has great resources at his command. It is doubtful, however,
if he has any intention of returning the princess or he would have
included more details in his ransom note."

Suddenly the earthman's keen eyes narrowed. A shadow had moved in the
adjoining room.

With a powerful leap, Carter reached the arched doorway. A furtive figure
melted away into the semi-gloom of the passageway, with Carter close

Seeing escape impossible, the stranger halted, sank to one knee and
leveled a ray-gun at the approaching figure of the earthman. Carter saw
his finger whiten as he squeezed the trigger.

"Carter!" Kantos Kan shouted, "throw yourself to the floor."

With the speed of light, Carter dropped prone. A long blade whizzed over
his head and buried itself to the hilt in the heart of the stranger.

"One of Pew Mogel's spies," John Carter muttered as he rose to his feet.
"Thank you, Kantos Kan."

Kantos Kan searched the body but found no clue to the man's identity.
Back in the audience-chamber, the men set to work with fierce resolve.
They were bending over a huge map of Barsoom when Carter spoke.

"Cities for miles around Helium are now all friendly. They would have
warned us of this Pew Mogel if they had known of him. He has probably
taken over one of the deserted cities in the dead sea bottom east or west
of Helium. It means thousands of miles to search; but we will go over
each mile."

Carter seated himself at a table and explained his plan. "Tars Tarkas,
go east and contact the chiefs of all your tribes. I'll cover the west
with air scouts, Kantos Kan will stay in Helium as contact man. Be ready
night and day with the entire Helium air force. Whoever discovers Dejah
Thoris first will notify Kantos Kan of his position. Naturally, we can
only communicate to each other through Kantos Kan."

"The wave length will be constant and secret, 2000 kilocycles." Tardos
Mors turned to the earthman.

"Every resource in my kingdom is at your command, John Carter."

"We leave at once, your majesty; and if Dejah Thoris is alive on Barsoom,
we shall find her," replied John Carter.



Within three hours, John Carter was standing on the roof of the Royal
Airdrome giving last-minute instructions to a fleet of twenty-four fast,
one-man scouts.

"Cover all the territory in your district thoroughly. If you discover
anything, don't attempt to handle it by yourself. Notify Kantos Kan
immediately." Carter surveyed the grim faces before him and knew that
they would obey him.

"Let's go." Carter jerked a thumb over his shoulder to the ships.

The men scattered and soon their planes were speeding away from Helium.

Carter stayed on the roof long enough to check with Kantos Kan. He
adjusted the earphones around his head and then signalled on 2000
kilocycles. The dots and dashes of Kantos Kan's reply began coming in

"Your signal comes in perfectly. Tars Tarkas is just leaving the city.
The air fleet is mobilizing. The entire air force will stand by to come
to your aid. Kantos Kan signing off."

Night found Carter cruising about five hundred miles from Helium. He was
very tired. The search of several ruined cities and canals had been
fruitless. The buzzing of the microset aroused him again.

"Kantos Kan reporting. Tars Tarkas has organized a complete ground search
east to south; other air scouts west to south report nothing. Will
acquaint you with any news that might come in. Awaiting orders. Will
stand by. Signing off."

"No orders. No news. Carter signing off."

Wearily he let the ship drift. No need to look further until the moons
came up. The earthman fell into a fitful sleep.

It was midnight when the speaker sounded, jerking Carter to wakefulness.
Kantos Kan was signalling again, excitedly.

"Tars Tarkas has found Dejah Thoris. She is held in a deserted city on
the banks of the dead sea at Korvas." Kantos Kan gave the exact latitude
and longitude of the spot.

"Further instructions from Tars Tarkas request the greatest secrecy in
your movements. He will be at the main bridge leading into the city.
Kantos Kan signing, off. Come in, John Carter."

John Carter signed off with Kantos Kan, urging him to stand by constantly
to be ready with the Helium Air Fleet. Now he set his gyro-compass, a
device that would automatically steer him to his destination.

Several hours later, the earthman flew over a low range of hills and saw
below him an ancient city on the banks of the Dead Sea. He circled his
plane and dropped to the bridge where he had been instructed to meet Tars
Tarkas. Long, black shadows filled a dry gully below him.

Carter climbed out of his plane, keeping to the shadows, and made his way
to the towering ruins of the city. It was so quiet that a lonely bat
swooping from a tower sounded like a falling airship.

Where was Tars Tarkas? The green man should have appeared at the bridge.

At the entrance to the city, Carter stepped into the black shadow of a
wall and waited. No sound broke the stillness of the quiet night. The
city was like a tomb. Diemos and Phobos, the two fast-moving moons of
Mars, whirled across the heavens.

Carter stopped breathing to listen. To his keen ears came the faint sound
of steps--strange, shuffling steps dragging closer.

Something was coming along the wall. The earthman tensed, ready to spring
away to his ship. Now he could hear other steps all around him. Inside
the ruins something dragged against the fallen rocks.

Then a great, heavy body dropped on John Carter from the wall above. Hot,
fetid breath burned his neck. Huge, shaggy arms smothered him in their
fierce embrace.

The thing hurled him to the rough cobblestones. Huge hands clutched at
his throat. Carter turned his head and saw above him the face of a great,
white ape.

Three of the creature's fellows were circling around Carter, striving to
tie his feet with a piece of rope while the other choked him into
insensibility with his four mighty hands.

Carter wriggled his feet under the belly of the ape with whom he was
grappling. One mighty heave sent the creature into the air to fall,
groaning and helpless, to the ground.

Like a cornered banth,* Carter was on his feet, crouched against the
wall, awaiting the attacking trio, with drawn sword.

* A banth--the huge, eight-legged lion of Mars. Ed.

They were mighty beasts, fully eight feet tall with long, white hair
covering their great bodies. Each was equipped with four muscular arms
that ended in tremendous hands armed with sharp, hooked claws. They were
baring their fangs and growling viciously as they came toward the

Carter crouched low; and as the beasts sprang in, his earthly muscles
sent him leaping high into the air over their heads. The earthman's heavy
blade, backed by all the power of his muscles, smacked down upon one
ape's head, splitting the skull wide open.

Carter hit the ground and, turning, was ready when the two apes remaining
flew at him again. There was a hideous, hair-raising shriek as this time
the earthman's sword sank deep into a savage heart.

As the monster sprawled to the ground, the earthman jerked free his

Now the other beast turned and slunk away in fright, his eyes gleaming at
Carter in the darkness as it fled down a long corridor in the adjacent
building. The earthman could have sworn that he heard his own name coming
from the ape's throat and mingling with its sullen growl as it fled away.

The earthman had just seized his sword when he felt a rush of air above
his head. There was a blur of motion as something came down toward him.

Now he felt himself clutched about the waist; then he was jerked fifty
feet into the air. Struggling for breath, Carter clutched at the thing
encircling his body. It was as horny as the skin of an arbok. It had
hairs as large as tree roots bristling from the horny scales. It was a
giant hand!



John Carter found himself looking into a monstrous face. From top of
shaggy head to bottom of its hairy chin, the head measured fully fifteen

A new monstrosity had come to life on Mars. Judging by the adjacent
buildings, the creature must have been a hundred and thirty feet tall!

The giant raised Carter high over his head and shook him; then he threw
back his face. Hideous, hollow laughter rumbled out of his pendulous lips
revealing teeth like small mountain crags.

He was dressed in an ill-fitting, baggy tunic that came down in loose
folds over his hips but which allowed his arms and legs to be free.

With his other hand he beat his mighty chest.

"I, Joog. I, Joog," he kept repeating as he continued to laugh and shake
his helpless victim. "I can kill! I can kill!" Joog, the giant,
commenced to walk. Carefully he stepped along the barren streets,
sometimes going around a building that was too high to step over.
Finally he stopped before a partially ruined palace. The ravages of time
had only dimmed its beauty. Huge masses of moss and vines trailed through
the masonry, hiding the shattered battlements. With a sudden thrust,
Joog, the giant, shoved John Carter through a high window in the palace

When Carter felt the giant's hold releasing upon him he relaxed
completely. He hit the stone floor in a long roll, protecting his head
with his arms. As he lay in the deep darkness of the place where he had
fallen, the earthman listened while he regained his breath.

No sound came to his ears for some time; then he began to hear the heavy
breathing of Joog outside his window. Once more Carter's earthly muscles,
reacting to the lesser gravity of Mars, sent him leaping twenty feet to
the sill of the narrow window. Here he clung and looked once again into
the hairy, hideous face of the giant.

"I, Joog. I, Joog," he mumbled. "I can kill! I can kill!" The giant's
breath swept over Carter like a blast from a sulphur furnace. There would
be no escape from that window!

Once more he dropped down into his cell. This time he commenced a slow
circuit of the room, groping his way along the polished ersite slabs that
formed the wall. The cobblestone floor was thick with debris. Once,
Carter heard the sinister hiss of a Martian spider as he brushed its web.

How long he groped his way around the walls, there was no way of knowing.
It seemed hours. Then, suddenly, the deathly silence was shattered by a
woman's scream coming from somewhere in the building.

John Carter could feel his skin grew cold. Could that have been the voice
of Dejah Thoris?

Once again John Carter leaped toward the faint light that marked the
window ledge. Cautiously, he looked down. Joog lay on his back on the
flagstones below, breathing as though he were asleep, his great chest
rising five feet with every breath. Quietly he started to edge his way
along a ledge that ran from the window and disappeared into the shadow of
an adjoining tower. If he could make that shadow without awakening Joog!

He had almost gained his objective when Joog growled hoarsely.

He had opened one great eye. Now he reached up and, grabbing Carter by
the leg, hurled him into the tower window again.

Wearily, the earthman crawled to the wall of his dark cell and there
slumped down against it. That scream haunted his memory. He was tormented
by the thought that Dejah Thoris might be in danger.

And where was Tars Tarkas? Pew Mogel must have captured him, too. Carter
suddenly sprang to his feet.

One of the ersite slabs at his back had moved! He waited. Nothing came
out. Cautiously, he approached the rock and shoved it with his foot. The
slab moved slightly inward. Now Carter shoved the stone with all his
tremendous strength. Inch by inch he moved it until finally there was
room for him to squeeze his body through.

He was still in utter darkness, but his gripping fingers revealed to him
that he was in a corridor between two walls. Perhaps this was the way out
of his prison!

Carefully he shoved the stone back into position, leaving no trace of his
disappearance from the room. The corridor in which he found himself was
so low that he was forced to crawl on hands and knees. The low corridor
had the stench of age, as if it had been unused for a long time.

Gradually the tunnel sloped more and more downward. Many little
side-passages branched off from the main tunnel. There was no light, no
noise. Only a faint, pungent odor beginning to fill the air.

Now it was growing lighter. The earthman realized that he must be in the
subterranean caverns of the palace. The dim light was caused by the
phosphorescent radium glow that is used on all Mars for radiation.

The source of this faint light the earthman suddenly discovered. It was
shining through a cleft in the wall ahead. Pushing aside another loose
stone, John Carter crawled forth into a chamber. He drew in his breath

Facing him was a warrior with drawn sword, the point of which was almost
touching the breast of the earthman! John Carter leaped back with the
speed of lightning, whipped out his own sword and struck at the other's

The arm of the red man fell from his body to the floor where it
dissolved into dust. The ancient sword clattered on the cobblestones.

Carter could see now that the warrior had been leaning against the wall,
balanced there precariously for ages, his sword arm extending in front of
him just as it had stiffened long ago in death. The loss of the arm
overbalanced the torso which toppled to the floor and there dissolved
into a heap of ash-like dust!

In an adjoining chamber there were a score of women, beautiful girls,
chained together by collars of gold around their necks. They sat at a
table where they had been eating, and the food was still before them.
They had been the prisoners, the slaves of the rulers of the long-dead
city. The dry, motionless air combined with some gaseous secretion from
the walls and dungeons had preserved their beauty through the ages.

The earthman had traversed some little distance down a musty corridor when
he became aware of something scraping behind him. Whirling into a side
corridor he looked back. Gleaming eyes were coming toward him. They
followed him as he backed into the tunnel.

Now again came the scraping, repeated this time farther ahead in the
tunnel. Other eyes shone ahead of him.

John Carter ran forward, his sword-point extended. The eyes ahead
retreated, but those in back of him started to close.

It was very dark now, but far ahead the earthman could see a faint gleam
of light filtering into the tunnel.

He ran toward the light. Fighting the things where he could see them
would be a lot easier than stumbling around in a dark corridor.

Carter entered the room and in the dim light came face to face with the
creature whose eyes he had seen ahead of him in the tunnel It was a
species of the huge three-legged Martian rat!

Its yellow fangs were bared hideously in a vicious snarl, as it backed
slowly away from Carter to the far end of the small room.

Now behind him came the other rat, and together the two beasts started to
close in upon the earthman.

Carter smiled grimly as he gripped his sword. "I am the proverbial
cornered rat now," he muttered as he swung his blade at the nearest

It ducked the blow and scurried toward him.

But the earthman's sword was ready. The charging rat lunged full upon the
waiting sword-point.

The momentum of the beast carried Carter back five feet; but he still
retained a hold on his sword, the point of which had plunged through the
animal's single shoulder and pierced its wild heart.

When Carter had jerked free his sword and turned to meet his other
antagonist an exclamation of dismay escaped his lips. The room was half
filled with rats!

The creatures had entered through another opening and had formed a circle
around him, waiting to attack.

For half an hour, Carter battled furiously for his life in the lonely
dungeon beneath the palace in the ancient city of Korvas.

The carcasses of the dead rats were piled high around him, but still they
came and eventually they overpowered him by their very numbers.

John Carter went down by a terrific blow to his head from a snake-like

He was half stunned, but he still clung tenaciously to his sword as he
felt himself seized by the arms and dragged away into the darkness of an
adjoining tunnel.



John Carter recovered fully when he was dragged through a pool of muddy
water. He heard the rats greedily drinking, saw their green eyes gleaming
in the darkness. The smell of freshly dug earth reached his nostrils and
he realized that he was in a burrow far under the subterranean vaults of
the palace.

Several rats on either side of him had hold of his arms by their forepaws
as they dragged him along. It was very uncomfortable, and he wondered how
much longer the journey would last.

Nor had he long to wait. The strange company finally came out into a huge
underground cavern. Light from the outside filtered down through various
openings in the ceiling above, its rays reflecting on thousands of
gleaming stalactites of red sandstone. Massive stalagmites, huge
sedimentary formations of grotesque shape, rose up from the floor of the

Among these formations on the floor were numerous dome-shaped mud huts.

As Carter was dragged by, he stared at a hut that several rats were
constructing. The framework was composed of white sticks of various
shapes plastered with mud from an underground stream bed. The white
sticks were very irregular in length and size. One of the rats stopped
work to gnaw at a stick. It looked like a bone.

As he was dragged closer, he saw that the stick was a human thigh bone!

The mud huts were studded with bones and skulls, upon some of which were
still dangling hideously the vestiges of hair and skin. Carter noticed
that the tops of all the skulls had been removed, neatly sliced off.

The earthman was dragged to a clearing in the center of the cavern. Here,
upon a mound of skulls, sat a rat half again as large as the others.

The baleful, pink eyes of the creature glared at Carter as he was dragged
up on top of the mound.

The beasts released their hold upon the earthman and descended to the
bottom of the mound, leaving Carter alone with the large rat.

The long whiskers of the monster were constantly twitching as the thing
sniffed at the man. It had lost one ear in some battle long ago and the
other was bright with scar-tissue.

Its little pink eyes surveyed Carter for a long time while it fondly
caressed its long, hairless tail with its one claw-like paw. This,
evidently, was the King of the Rats.

"Lord of the Underworld," Carter thought, trying to hold his breath. The
stench in the cavern was overwhelming.

Without taking his eyes from Carter's, the rat reached down and picked up
a skull beside him and put it in front of Carter. This he repeated,
picking up a skull from the other side and placing it beside the first.
By repeating this, he eventually formed a little ring of topless heads in
front of the earth-man.

Now, very judiciously, he climbed inside the circle of skulls and picking
one of them up tossed it to Carter. The earthman caught it and tossed it
back at the king.

This seemed to annoy his royal highness. He made no effort to catch the
skull and it flew past him and went bouncing down the mound.

Instead, the king leaped up and down inside the little circle of skulls,
at the same time emitting angry squeals. This was all very puzzling to
the earthman. As he stood there, he became aware of two circles of rats
forming at the base of the mound, each circle consisting of about a
thousand animals. They began a weird dance, moving around the raised dais
of bones counter-clockwise. The tail of each rat was gripped in the mouth
of the following beast, thus forming a continuous chain.

There was no doubt that the earthman was in the center of a weird ritual.
While he was ignorant of the exact nature of the ceremony, he had little
doubt as to its final outcome. The countless barren skulls, the yellowed
ones that filled the cavern were mute, horrible evidence of his final

Where did the rats get all the bodies from which the skulls were obtained
and why were the tops of those skulls missing? The City of Korvas, as
every Martian schoolboy knew, had been deserted for a thousand years; yet
many of the skulls and bones were recently picked clean of their flesh.
Carter had seen no evidence in the city of any life other than the great
white apes and the mysterious giant, and the rats themselves. However,
there had been the woman's scream that he had heard earlier. This thought
accentuated his ever-present anxiety over Dejah Thoris's safety and

This delay was tormenting. As the circles of rats closed in about him,
the earthman's eyes eagerly searched for some avenue of escape.

The rats circled slowly, watching their king, who rose to his hind legs
stamping his feet, thumping his tail. The mound of skulls echoed

Faster danced the king and faster moved the circles of rats drawing ever
closer to the mound.

The closer rats shot hungry glances at the earthman. Carter smiled grimly
and gripped his sword more tightly. Strange that they should let him
retain it.

More than one of the beasts would die before he was overcome, and the
king would be the first to go. There was no doubt that he was to be
sacrificed to furnish a gastronomic orgy.

Suddenly the king stopped his wild gyrations directly in front of Carter.
The dancers halted instantly, watching, waiting.

A strange, growling squeal started deep in the king's throat and grew in
volume to an ear-piercing shriek. The King of Rats stepped over the ring
of skulls and advanced slowly toward Carter.

Once again the earthman glanced about seeking some means of escape from
the mound. This time he looked up. The ceiling was at least fifty feet
away. No native-born Martian would ever consider escaping in that

But John Carter had been born on the planet Earth, and he had brought
with him to Mars all the strength and agility of a trained athlete.

It was upon this, combined with the lesser gravity of Mars, that the
earthman made his quick plan for the next moment. Tensely he waited for
his opportunity. The ceremony was nearly concluded. The king was baring
his fangs not a foot from Carter's neck.

The earthman's hand tightened on his sword-hilt; then the blade streaked
from its scabbard. There was a blur of motion and a sickening smack. The
king's head flew into the air and then rolled away, bouncing down the

The other beasts beneath were stunned into silence, but only momentarily.
Now, squealing wildly, they swarmed up the mount intent on tearing the
earthman to pieces.

John Carter crouched and with a mighty leap his earthly muscles sent him
shooting fifty feet up into the air.

Desperately he clutched and held to a hanging stalactite. Soon he was
swinging on the hanging moss to the vast upper reaches of the cavern.

Once he looked down to see the rats milling and squealing in confusion
beneath. One other fact he noted, also. Apparently there was only one
means of entrance or exit into the dungeon that formed the rats'
underground city, the same tunnel through which he had first been

Now, however, the earthman was intent upon finding some means of exit in
the ceiling above.

At last he found a narrow opening; and plunging through a heavy curtain
of moss Carter swung into a cave. There were several tunnels branching
off into the darkness, most of them thickly hung with the sticky webs of
the great Martian spider. They were evidently parts of a vast
underground network of tunnels that had been fashioned long ages ago by
the ancients who once inhabited Korvas.

Carter was ready with his blade for any encounter with man or beast that
might come his way; and so he started off up the largest tunnel.

The perpetually burning radium light that had been set in the wall when
the tunnel was constructed furnished sufficient illumination for the
earthman to see his way quite clearly.

Carter halted before a massive door set into the end of a tunnel. It was
inscribed with hieroglyphics unfamiliar to the earthman. The subdued
drone of what sounded like many motors seemed to come from somewhere
beyond the door.

He pushed open the unbarred door and halted just beyond, staring
unbelievingly at the tremendous laboratory in which he found himself.

Great motors pumped oxygen through low pipes into rows of glass cages
that lined the walls and filled the antiseptically white chamber from end
to end. In the center of the laboratory were several operating tables
with large searchlights focused down upon them from above.

But the contents of the glass cages immediately absorbed the earthman's

Each cage contained a giant white ape, standing upright inside,
apparently lifeless.

The top of each hairy head was swathed in bandages. If these beasts were
dead, why then the oxygen tubes running to their cages?

Carter moved across the room to examine the cases at closer range.
Halfway to the farther wall he came upon a low, glassed dome that covered
a huge pit set in the floor.

He gasped. The pit was filled with dead bodies, red warriors with the
tops of their heads neatly sliced off!



Far below, in the pit, John Carter could see forms moving in and about
the bodies of the dead red men.

They were rats; and as he watched the earthman could see them dragging
bodies off into adjoining tunnels. These tunnels probably entered the
main one which ran into the rats' underground city.

So this was where the beasts got the skulls and bones with which they
constructed their odorous, underground dwellings!

Carter's eyes scanned the laboratory. He noted the operating tables, the
encased instruments above, the anesthetics. Everything pointed to some
grisly experiment, conducted by some insane scientist.

Within a glass case were many books. One ponderous volume was inscribed

The earthman frowned. What was the explanation? Why this well-equipped
laboratory buried in an ancient lost city, a city apparently deserted
except for apes, rats, and a giant man?

Why the cases about the wall containing the mute, motionless bodies of
apes with bandaged heads? And the red men in the pit--why were their
skulls cut in half, their brains removed?

From whence came the giant, the monstrous creature whose likeness had
existed only in the Barsoomian folklore?

One of the books in a case before Carter bore the name "Pew Mogel." What
connection had Pew Mogel with all this and who was the man?

But more important, where was Dejah Thoris, the Princess of Helium?

John Carter reached for Pew Mogel's book. Suddenly the room fell silent.
The generators that had been humming out their power, stopped.

"Touch not that book, John Carter," came the words echoing through the

Carter's hand dropped to his sword. There was a moment's pause; then the
hidden voice continued.

"Give yourself up, John Carter, or your princess dies." The words were
apparently coming from a concealed loudspeaker somewhere in the room.

"Through the door to your right, earthman, the door to your right."

Carter immediately sensed a trap. He crossed to the door. Warily, he
pushed it open with his foot.

Upon a gorgeous throne at the far end of a huge dome-shaped chamber sat a
hideous, misshapen man. A tiny, bullet head squatted upon massive

Everything about the creature seemed distorted. His torso was crooked,
his arms were not equal in length; one foot was larger than the other.

The face in the diminutive head leered at John Carter. A thick tongue
hung partly out over yellowed teeth.

The hulking body was encased in gorgeous trappings of platinum and
diamonds. One claw-like hand stroked the bare head.

From head to foot there was apparently not a hair on his body.

At the man's feet crouched a great, four-armed shaggy brute--another white
ape. Its little red eyes were fixed steadily upon the earthman as he
stood at the far end of the chamber. The man on the throne idly fingered
the microphone with which he had summoned Carter to the room.

"I have trapped you at last, John Carter!" Beady, cocked eyes glared with
hatred. "You cannot cope with the great brain of Pew Mogel!"

Pew Mogel turned to a television screen studded with dials and lights of
various colors.

His face twisted into a smile. "You honor my humble city, John Carter. It
is with the greatest interest I have watched your progress through the
many chambers of the palace with my television machine." Pew Mogel patted
the machine.

"This little invention of my good teacher, Ras Thavas," continued Pew
Mogel, "which I acquired from him, has been an invaluable aid to me in
learning of your intended search for my unworthy person. It was
unfortunate that you should suspect the honorable intentions of my agent
that afternoon in the jeddak's chambers.

"Fortunately, however, he had already completed his mission; and through
an extension upon this television set, concealed cleverly behind a mirror
in the jeddak's private throne room, I was able to see and hear the
entire proceedings."

Pew Mogel laughed vacantly, his little unblinking eyes staring steadily
at Carter who remained motionless at the other end of the room.

The earthman could see nothing in the chamber that indicated a trap. The
walls and floor were all of grey, polished ersite slabs. Carter stood at
one end of a long aisle leading to Pew Mogel's throne.

Slowly he advanced toward Pew Mogel, his hand grasping his sword, the
muscles of his arm etched bands of steel.

Halfway down the aisle, the earthman halted. "Where is Dejah Thoris?" His
words cut the air.

The microcephalic head* of Pew Mogel cocked to one side. Carter waited
for him to speak.

* A microcephalic head is one possessing a very small brain capacity. It
is the opposite of megacephalic, which means a large brain capacity.
Generally microcephalia is a sign of idiocy, although in the case of Pew
Mogel, the condition did not mean idiocy, but extreme craftiness, and
madness, which might indicate that, since Pew Mogel was an artificial,
synthetic product of Ras Thavas, one of Mars's most famous scientists,
his microcephalia was either caused by a disease, or by inability of the
brain to adapt itself to a foreign ill-fitting cranial cavity. Pew
Mogel's head was obviously too small for his body, or for his brain. Ed.

In spite of having the features of a man, Pew Mogel did not look quite
human. There was something indescribably repulsive about him, the thin
lips, the hollow cheeks, the close-set eyes.

Then Carter realized that those eyes were unblinking. There were no
eyelids. The man's eyes could never close. Pew Mogel spoke coldly. "I am
greatly indebted to you for this visit. I was fortunate enough to be able
to entertain your princess and your best friend; but I hardly dared to
hope you would honor me, too."

Carter's face was expressionless. Slowly he repeated, "Where is Dejah

Pew Mogel leered mockingly.

The earthman advanced toward the throne. The white ape at Pew Mogel's
feet growled, the hairs on its neck bristling upright as Pew Mogel
flinched slightly.

Again the twisted smile passed over his face as he raised his hand toward
John Carter and drawled.

"Have patience, John Carter, and I will show you your princess; but
first, perhaps you will be interested in seeing the man who, last night,
told you to meet him at the main bridge outside the city."

Pew Mogel's left eye suddenly popped out of its socket and dangled on his
cheek. He took no notice of it, but continued to speak, glancing first
at Carter and then at Tars Tarkas with the other eye.

"You have both met Joog," stated Pew Mogel. "One hundred and thirty feet
tall, he is all muscle, a product of science, the result of my great

Pew Mogel hooked one of his fingers over a lever projecting from the
golden arm of his throne and slipped it toward himself. A pillar to the
left of his throne, half set in the wall, began to revolve slowly.

A giant green man appeared, chained to the pillar. His four mighty arms
were strapped securely; and for Pew Mogel's additional safety, several
steel chains were wrapped around his body and cinched with massive
padlocks. His neck and ankles were also secured with bands of steel, also

"Tars Tarkas!" Carter exclaimed.

"Kaor, John Carter," there was a grim smile on Tars Tarkas's face as he
replied. "I see our friend here trapped us both the same way; but it took
a giant fifteen times my size to hold me while they trussed me in these

"The message you sent me last night--" In a flash, Carter realized the
truth. Pew Mogel had faked the messages from Kantos Kan and Tars Tarkas,
trapping them both in the city the night before.

"Yes, I sent you both identical messages," said Pew Mogel, "each message
apparently from the other. The proper broadcasting length I ascertained
from listening to the concealed microphone I had planted in the jeddak's
throne room. Clever. With my own hands I created him from living flesh,
the greatest fighting monster that Barsoom has ever seen. I modeled him
from the organs, tissues, and bones of ten thousand red men and white apes."

Pew Mogel, becoming aware of his left eye, quickly shoved it back into

Tars Tarkas laughed one of his rare laughs. "Pew Mogel," he said, "you
are falling apart. As you claim to have created your giant, so you
yourself have been made.

"Unless I miss my guess, John Carter," continued Tars Tarkas, "this freak
before us who calls himself a king has, himself, crawled out of a tissue

Pew Mogel's pallid countenance turned even paler as he leaped to his
feet. He struck Tars Tarkas a vicious blow on the face.

"Silence, green man!" he shrieked.

Tars Tarkas only smiled at this insult, ignoring the pain. John Carter's
face was a frozen mask. One more blow at his defenseless friend would
have sent him at Pew Mogel's throat.

Better to bide his time, he knew, until he learned where Dejah Thoris was

Pew Mogel sank back upon his throne. The white ape, who had risen, once
more squatted down at his master's feet.

Presently Pew Mogel smiled again. "So sorry," he drawled, "that I lost
my temper. Sometimes I forget that my present appearance reveals the
nature of my origin.

"You see, soon I shall have trained one of my apes in the intricate
procedure of transferring my marvelous brain into a suitable, handsome
body; then no one will guess that I am not like any other normal man on

John Carter smiled grimly at Pew Mogel's words. "Then you are one of Ras
Thavas's synthetic men?"



"Yes, I am a synthetic man," answered Pew Mogel slowly. "My brain was the
greatest achievement of all The Master Mind's creations.

"For years I was a devoted pupil of Ras Thavas in his laboratories at
Morbus. I learned all that the Master could teach me of the secrets of
creating living tissue. When I learned from him all that I thought
necessary to pursue my plans, I left Morbus. With a hundred synthetic men
I escaped over the Great Toonolian Marshes on the backs of malagors, the
birds of transport.

"I brought with me all the intricate equipment that I could steal from
his laboratories. The rest, I have fashioned here in this ancient
deserted city where we finally landed."

John Carter was studying Pew Mogel intently.

"I was tired of being a slave," continued Pew Mogel. "I wanted to rule;
and by Issus, I have ruled; and some day I shall rule all Barsoom!"

Pew Mogel's eyes gleamed.

"It was not long before red men gathered in our city, escaped and exiled
criminals. Since their faces would only lead them to capture and
execution in other civilized cities on Barsoom, I persuaded them to allow
me to transfer their brains into the bodies of the stupid white apes that
overran this city.

"I promised to later restore their brains into the bodies of other red
men, provided they would help me in my conquests."

Carter recalled the apes with the bandaged heads in the adjoining
laboratory, and the red men with their skulls sliced off in the chamber
of the rats. He began to understand a little; then he remembered Joog.
"But the giant?" asked John Carter. "Whence came he?"

Pew Mogel was silent for a minute; then he spoke.

"Joog I have built, piece by piece, during several years, from the bones,
tissues and organs of a thousand red men and white apes who came
voluntarily to me or whom I captured.

"Even his brain is the synthesis of the brains of ten thousand red men
and white apes. Into Joog's veins I have pumped a serum that makes all
tissues self-repairing.

"My giant is practically indestructible. No bullet or cannon-shot made
can stop him!"

Pew Mogel smiled and stroked his hairless chin. "Think how powerful my
ape soldiers will be," he purred, "each one armed with the great strength
of an ape. With their four arms they can hold twice as many weapons as
ordinary men, and inside their skulls will function the cunning brains of
human beings.

"With Joog and my army of white apes, I can go forth and become master of
all Barsoom." Pew Mogel paused and then added, "provided I acquire more
iron for even greater weapons than I already have."

Now Pew Mogel had risen from his throne in his great excitement.

"I preferred to conquer peacefully by first acquiring the Helium iron
works as payment for Dejah Thoris's safe return. But the jeddak and John
Carter force me into other alternatives. However, I'll give you one more
chance to settle peacefully," he said.

Pew Mogel's hand moved toward the right arm of his throne, as he pulled a
duplicate lever. A beautiful woman swung into view.

It was Dejah Thoris!

At the sight of his princess chained to the other pillar before him John
Carter grew very pale. He sprang forward to free her.

His earthly muscles could have easily covered the distance in one leap;
but halfway there in his spring, Dejah Thoris and Tars Tarkas saw the
earthman sprawl in midair as though he had struck full force against
some invisible barrier. Half-stunned, he crumpled to the floor.

Dejah Thoris gave a little cry. Tars Tarkas strained at his bonds.
Slowly, the earthman rose to his feet, shaking his body like some
majestic animal. With his sword he reached down and felt the barrier that
stood between him and the throne. Pew Mogel laughed harshly.

"You are trapped, John Carter. The invisible glass partition that you
struck is another invention of the great Ras Thavas that I acquired. It
is invulnerable.

"From there, you may watch the torture of your princess, unless she sees
fit to sign a note to her father demanding the surrender of Helium to

The earthman looked at his princess not ten feet from him. Dejah Thoris
held her head proudly high, which was answer enough to Pew Mogel's
demands that she betray her people.

Pew Mogel saw, and angrily issued a command to the ape. The white brute
rose and ambled over to Dejah Thoris. Grabbing her hair with one paw, he
forced her head back until he could see her face. His hideous grinning
face was not two inches from hers.

"Demand Helium's surrender," hissed Pew Mogel, "and you shall have your

"Never!" the word shot back at him.

Pew Mogel flung another command to the ape.

The creature planted his great, pendulous lips on those of the princess.
Dejah Thoris went limp in his embrace, while Tars Tarkas surged vainly at
the steel chains. The girl had fainted.

The earthman again hurled himself futilely against the barrier that he
could not see.

"Fool," yelled Pew Mogel, "I gave you your chance to retain your princess
by turning over to me the Helium iron works; but you and the jeddak
thought you could thwart me and regain Dejah Thoris without paying me the
price I asked for her safe return. For that mistake, you all die."

Pew Mogel again reached over to the instrument board beside his throne.
He began to turn several dials, and Carter heard a strange, droning noise
that increased steadily in volume.

Suddenly the earthman turned and raced for the door through which he

But before he had covered fifteen feet, another barrier had closed down.
Escape through the door was impossible.

There was a window over on the wall to his right. He leaped for it. He
struck another glass barrier.

There was another window on the left side of the room. He had nearly
reached it when he was met by another wall of invisible glass.

In a flash he became acutely conscious of his predicament. The walls were
moving in upon him. He could see now that the glass barriers had moved
out from cleverly concealed slits in the adjoining walls.

The two side barriers, however, were fastened to horizontal pistons in
the ceiling. These pistons were moving together, bringing the glass walls
toward each other, and would eventually crush the earthman between them.
 Upon John Carter's finger was a jeweled ring. Set in the center of the
ring was a large diamond. Diamonds can cut glass!

Here was a new type of glass, but the chances were it was not as hard as
the diamond on Carter's finger!

The earthman clenched his fist, pressed the diamond ring against the
barrier in front of him and quickly made a large circular scratch in the
glass surface.

Then he crashed his body with all his strength against the area of glass
enclosed by the scratch.

The section broke out neatly at the blow, and the earthman found himself
face to face with Pew Mogel.

Dejah Thoris had regained consciousness, a set, intent expression on her
beautiful face. A grim smile had settled over Tars Tarkas's lips when he
saw that his friend was no longer impeded by the invisible barriers.

Pew Mogel shrank back on his throne and gasped in a cracked voice.

"Seize him, Gore, seize him!" Little beads of sweat stood forth on his

Gore, the white ape, released his hold on Dejah Thoris and, turning, saw
the earthman advancing toward them. Gore snarled viciously, revealing
jagged, mighty fangs. He crouched low, so that his four massive fists
supported his weight on the floor. His little, beady, blood-shot eyes
gleamed hatred, for Gore hated all men save Pew Mogel.



As Gore, the great white ape with a man's brain, crouched to meet John
Carter, he was fully confident of overcoming his puny man opponent.

But to make assurance doubly sure, Gore drew the great blade at his side
and rushed madly at his foe, hacking and cutting viciously.

The momentum of the brute's attack forced Carter backward a few steps as
he deftly warded off the mighty blows.

But the earthman saw his chance. Quickly, surely, his blade streaked.
There was a sudden twist and Gore's sword went hurtling across the room.
Gore, however, reacted with lightning speed. With his four huge hands he
grasped the naked steel of the earthman's sword.

Violently he jerked the blade from Carter's grasp and, raising it
overhead, snapped the strong steel in two as if it had been a splinter of

Now, with a low growl, Gore closed in; and Carter crouched.

Suddenly the man leaped over the ape's head; but again with uncanny speed
the monster shot out a hairy hand and grasped the earthman's ankle.

Gore held John Carter in his four hands, drawing the man closer and
closer to the drooling jowls and gleaming fangs.

But with a surge of his mighty muscles, the earthman jerked free his arm
and sent a terrific blow crashing full into Gore's face.

The ape recoiled, dropping John Carter, and staggered back toward the
huge window on the right wall by Pew Mogel's throne.

Here the beast tottered; and the earthman, seeing his chance, once again
leaped into the air, but this time flew feet foremost toward the ape.

At the moment of contact with the ape's chest, Carter extended his legs
violently; and so, as his feet struck Gore, this force was added to the
hurtling momentum of his body.

With a bellowing cry, Gore hurtled out through the window and his screams
ended only when he landed with a sickening crunch in the courtyard far

Dejah Thoris and Tars Tarkas, chained to the pillars, had watched the
short fight, fascinated by the earthman's sure, quick actions.

But when Carter did not succumb instantly to Gore's attack, Pew Mogel had
grown frightened. He began jerking dials and switches; and then spoke
swiftly into the little microphone beside him.

So now, as the earthman regained his feet and advanced slowly toward Pew
Mogel, he did not see the black shadow that obscured the window behind

Only when Dejah Thoris screamed a warning did the earthman turn. But he
was too late!

A giant hand, fully three feet across, closed about his body. He was
lifted from the floor and pulled out quickly through the window.

To Carter's ears came the hopeless cry of his princess mingled with the
cruel, hollow laugh of Pew Mogel.

Carter did not need the added assurance of his eyes to know that he was
being held in the grasp of Pew Mogel's synthetic giant. Joog's fetid
breath blasting across his face was ample evidence.

Joog held Carter several feet from his face and contracted his features in
the semblance of a grin, exposing his two great rows of cracked, stained
teeth the size of sharp boulders. Hoarse, gurgling sounds emanated from
Joog's throat as he held the earthman before his face.

"I, Joog. I, Joog," the monster finally managed. "I can kill! I can

Then he shook his victim until the man's teeth rattled. But quite
suddenly the giant was quiet, listening; then Carter became aware of
muffled words coming, apparently, from Joog's ear.

Then John Carter realized that the command was coming from Pew Mogel,
transmitted by short wave to a receiving device attached to one of Joog's

"To the arena," repeated the voice. "Fasten him over the pit!"

The pit--what new form of devilish torture was this? Carter tried vaguely
to ease the awful pressure that was crushing him. But his arms were
pinned to his sides by the giant's grasp. All the man could do was
breathe laboriously and hope that Joog's great strides would soon bring
them to his destination, whatever that might be.

The giant's tremendous pace, stepping over tall, ancient edifices or
across wide, spacious plazas in single, mighty strides, soon brought them
to a large, crowded amphitheatre on the outskirts of the city.

The amphitheatre apparently was fashioned from a natural crater. Row upon
row of circular tiers had been carved within the inner wall of the
crater, forming a series of levels upon which sat thousands of white

In the center of the arena was a circular pit about fifty feet across.
The pit contained what appeared to be water whose level was about fifteen
feet from the top of the pit.

Three iron-barred cages hung suspended over the center of the pit by
means of three heavy ropes, one attached to the top of each cage and
running up through a pulley in the scaffolding built overhead and down to
the edge of the pit where it was anchored. Joog climbed partly over the
edge of the coliseum and deposited Carter on the brink of the pit. Five
great apes held him there while another ape lowered one of the cages to
ground level.

Then he reached out with a hooked pole and swung the cage over the edge.
He unlocked the cage door with a large key.

The keeper for the key was a short, heavy-set ape with a bull neck and
exceedingly close-set eyes.

This brute now came up to Carter and although the captive was being held
by five other apes, he grabbed him cruelly by the hair and jerked Carter
into the cage, at the same time kicking him viciously.

The cage door was slammed immediately, it's padlock bolted closed. Now
Carter's cage was pulled up over the pit and the rope anchored to a davit
at the edge.

It was not long before Joog returned with Dejah Thoris and Tars Tarkas.
Their chains had been removed.

They were placed in the other two cages that hung over the pit next to
John Carter.

"Oh, John Carter, my chieftain!" cried Dejah Thoris, when she saw him in
the cage next to hers. "Thank Issus you are still alive!" The little
princess was crying softly.

John Carter reached through the bars and took her hand in his. He tried
to speak reassuring words to her but he knew, as did Tars Tarkas, who sat
grim faced in the other cage beside his, that Pew Mogel had ordained
their deaths--but in what manner they would die, Carter, as yet, was

"John Carter," spoke Tars Tarkas softly, "do you notice that all those
thousands of apes gathered here in the arena apparently are paying no
attention to us?"

"Yes, I noticed," replied the earthman. "They are all looking into the
sky toward the city."

"Look," whispered Dejah Thoris. "It's the same thing on which the ape
rode when he captured me in the Helium Forest after shooting our thoat!"

There appeared in the sky, coming from the direction of the city, a
great, lone bird upon whose back rode a single man.

The earthman's keen eyes squinted for an instant. "The bird is a malagor.
Pew Mogel is riding it."

The bird and its rider circled directly overhead.

"Open the east gate," Pew Mogel commanded, his voice ringing out through
a loudspeaker somewhere in the arena.

The gates were thrown open and there began pouring out into the arena
wave after wave of malagors exactly like the bird Pew Mogel rode.

As the malagors came out, column after column of apes were waiting at the
entrance to vault onto the birds' backs.

As each bird was mounted, it rose into the air by telepathic command to
join a constantly growing formation circling high overhead.

The mounting of the birds must have taken nearly two hours, so great were
the numbers of Pew Mogel's apes and birds. Carter noticed that upon each
ape's back was strapped a rifle and each bird carried a varying
assortment of military equipment, including ammunition supplies, small
cannon and a sub-machine gun was carried by each flight platoon.

At last all was ready and Pew Mogel descended down over the cages of his
three captives.

"You see now Pew Mogel's mighty army," he cried, "with which he will
conquer Helium and then all Barsoom." The man seemed very confident, for
his crooked, misshapen body sat very straight upon his feathered mount.

"Before you are chewed to bits by the reptiles in the water below you,"
he said "you will have a few moments to consider the fate that awaits
Helium within the next forty-eight hours. I should have preferred to
conquer peacefully but you interfered. For that, you die, slowly and

Pew Mogel turned to the only ape that was left in the arena, the keeper
of the key to the cages.

"Open the flood-gate!" was his single command before he rose up to lead
his troops off toward the north.

Accompanying the weird, flying army in a sling carried by a hundred
malagors rode Joog, the synthetic giant. A hollow, mirthless laugh pealed
like thunder from the giant's throat as he was born away into the sky.



As the last bird in Pew Mogel's fantastic army flapped out of sight
behind the rim of the crater, John Carter turned to Tars Tarkas in the
cage hanging beside him. He spoke softly so that Dejah Thoris would not

"Those creatures will make Helium a formidable enemy," he said. "Kantos
Kan's splendid airfleet and infantry will be hard pressed against those
thousands of apes equipped with human brains and modern armament, mounted
upon fast birds of prey!"

"Kantos Kan and his airfleet are not even in Helium to protect the city,"
announced Tars Tarkas grimly. "I heard Pew Mogel bragging that he had
sent Kantos Kan a false message, supposedly from you, urging that all
Helium's fleet, as well as all the ships of the searching party, be
dispatched to your aid in the Great Toonolian Marshes."

"The Toonolian Marshes!" Carter gasped, "They're a thousand miles from
Helium in the other direction."

A little scream from Dejah Thoris brought the men's attention to their
own, immediate fate.

The ape beside the pit had pulled back a tall, metal lever.

There was a gurgle of bubbles as air blasted up from the water in the pit
below the three captives and the water at the same time commenced to rise

The guard now unfastened the rope on each cage and lowered them so that
the cage tops were a little below the surface of the ground inside the
pit. Then he refastened the ropes and stood for some time on the brink
looking down on the helpless captives.

"The water rises slowly," he sneered thickly, "and so I shall have time
now for a little sleep."

It was uncanny to hear words issuing from the mouth of the beast. They
were barely articulate, for although the human brain in the ape's skull
directed the words, the muscles of the larynx in the creature's throat
were normally unequipped for the specialized task of human speech.

The guard lay down on the brink and stretched his massive, squat body.

"Your death cries will awaken me," he mumbled pleasantly, "when the water
begins to envelop your feet and the reptiles start clawing at you through
the bars of your cages." Whereupon, the ape rolled over and began

It was then that the three captives saw the slanting, evil eyes, the rows
of flashing teeth, in a dozen hideous, reptilian faces staring greedily
up at them from the rising waters below.

"Quite ingenious," remarked Tars Tarkas, his stoic face giving no more
evidence of fear than did that of the earthman. "When the water partly
submerges us, the reptiles will reach in with their claws and begin
tearing us to pieces--if there is any life left in us, the rising water
will drown it out when finally it submerges the tops of our cages."

"How horrible!" gasped Dejah Thoris.

John Carter's eyes were fastened on the brink of the pit. From his cage
he could just see one of the guard's feet as the fellow lay asleep at the
edge of the pit.

Cautioning the others to silence, Carter began swinging his body back and
forth while he held fast to the bars of the cage. If he could just get it

The water had risen to about ten feet below their cages.

It seemed an eternity before he could get the heavy cage to even moving
slightly. Nine feet to the water surface and those hideous, staring eyes
and those gleaming teeth!

The cage was swinging now a little more, in rhythm to the earthman's
constantly swaying body.

Eight feet, seven feet, six feet came the water. There were about ten
reptiles in the water below the captives--ten pairs of narrow, evil eyes
fixed steadily to their prey.

The cage was swinging faster.

Five feet, four feet, Tars Tarkas and Dejah Thoris could feel the hot
breath of the reptiles!

Three feet, two feet! Only two more feet to go before the steadily
swinging cage would cut into the water and slow down to a standstill.

But the iron prison, swinging pendulum-like, would reach the brink on
its next swing so this time as the cage moved toward the brink on which
lay the sleeping guard, John Carter knew he must act quickly.

As the bars of the cage smacked against the cement wall of the pit, John
Carter's arms shot out with the quickness of a striking snake.

His fingers closed in a grip of steel about the ankle of the sleeping

An ear-piercing shriek rang out across the arena, echoing dismally in the
hollow crater, as the ape felt himself jerked suddenly from his slumbers.

Back swung the cage. Carter regrasped the shrieking ape with his other
hand through the bars as they swung out over the water. The reptiles had
to lower their heads as the cage moved over them so close had the water

"Good work, John Carter," came Tars Tarkas's tense words as he reached
out and grabbed hold of the ape with his four mighty hands. At the same
time, Carter's cage splashed to a sudden stop. It had hit the water's

"Hold him, Tars Tarkas. While I pull the key off the scoundrel's neck--
there, I've got it!"

The water was flowing over the bottom of the cages. One of the reptiles
had reached a horny arm in Dejah Thoris's cage and was attempting to snag
her body with its sharp, hooked claws.

Tars Tarkas flung the ape's body with all the force of his giant thews
straight at the reptile beside the girl's cage.

"Quickly, John Carter," cried Dejah Thoris. "Save yourself while they are
fighting over the ape's body."

"Yes," echoed Tars Tarkas, "unlock your cage and get out while there is
still time."

A half-smile lifted the corner of Carter's mouth as he swung open his
prison door and leaped to the top of Dejah Thoris's cage.

"I'd sooner stay and die with you both," the earthman said, "than desert
you now."

Carter soon had the princess' prison door unlocked but as he reached down
to lift the girl up, a reptile darted forward into the cage with the

In a quick second, Carter was inside the girl's cage, already knee-deep
in water and he had hurled himself onto the back of the reptile. A steely
arm was clamped tightly around the creature's neck. The head was jerked
back just in time for the heavy jaws snapped closed only an inch from the
girl's body.

"Climb out, Dejah Thoris--to the top of the cage!" ordered Carter. When
she had obeyed, Carter dragged the flopping, helpless reptile to the
cage door, as other slimy monsters started in. Using its body as a shield
before him, the earthman forced his way to the door.

In an instant he had released his hold and vaulted up on top of the cage
with the girl.

A moment later he had unlocked Tars Tarkas's cage door. After the green
man had swung up beside them without mishap, the three climbed the ropes
to the scaffolding above and then lowered themselves down to the ground
beside the pit.

"Thank Issus," breathed the girl as they sat down to regain their
breaths. Her beautiful head was cushioned upon Carter's shoulder, and he
stroked her lovely black hair reassuringly.

Presently the earthman rose to his feet. Tars Tarkas had motioned him
across the arena.

"There are some malagors left inside here," Tars Tarkas called from the
entrance to the cavern inside the crater from where had come Pew Mogel's

"Good!" exclaimed Carter. "There may be a chance yet to reach and help

A moment later they had caught two of the birds and had risen over the
ancient city of Korvas.

They spotted their planes on the outskirts of the city where they had
left them the night they were tricked into being captured by Pew Mogel.

But to their disappointment, the controls had been destroyed
irreparably, so they were forced to continue their journey on the backs
of the malagors.

However, the malagors proved speedy mounts. By noon the next day the trio
had reached the City of Thark, inhabited by a hundred thousand green
warriors over whom Tars Tarkas ruled.

Gathering the warriors together in the marketplace, Tars Tarkas and John
Carter explained the peril that confronted Helium and asked for their
support in marching to their allies' aid.

As one man, the mighty warriors shouted their approval. The next day
dawned upon a long caravan of thoat-mounted soldiers streaming out from
the city gates towardsHelium.

A messenger was sent on a malagor to the Toonolian Marshes in an attempt
to locate Kantos Kan and urge him to return home with his fleet to aid in
the defense of Helium.

Tars Tarkas had abandoned his malagor to this messenger, in favour of a
thoat upon which he rode at the head of his warriors. Directly above him,
mounted on the other malagor rode Dejah Thoris and John Carter.



John Carter and Dejah Thoris, mounted upon their malagor, were scouting
far ahead of the main column of advancing warriors when they first came
in sight of the besieged City of Helium.

It was bright moonlight. The princess voiced a little, disappointed cry
when she looked out across the spacious valley towards Helium. Her
grandfather's city was completely surrounded by the besieging troops of
Pew Mogel.

"My poor city!" The girl was crying softly, for in the bright moonlight
below could be easily discerned the terrific gap in the ramparts and the
many crushed and shattered buildings of the beautiful metropolis.

John Carter telepathically commanded the malagor to land upon a high peak
in the mountains overlooking the Valley of Helium.

"Listen," cautioned John Carter. Pew Mogel's light entrenched cannon and
small arms were commencing to open fire again by moonlight. "They are
getting ready for an air attack."

Suddenly, from behind the two foothills between the valley and the
towering peaks, there rose the vast, flying army of Pew Mogel.

"They are closing in from all sides," Dejah Thoris cried.

The great winged creatures and their formidable ape riders were swooping
down relentlessly upon the city. Only a few of Helium's airships rose to
give battle.

"Kantos Kan must have taken nearly all Helium's fleet with him," the
earthman remarked. "I am surprised Helium has withstood the attack as
long as this."

"You should know my people by now, John Carter," replied the princess.

"The infantry and anti-aircraft fire entrenched in Helium are doing
well," Carter replied. "See those birds plummet to the ground."

"They can't hold out much longer, though," the girl replied. "Those apes
are dropping bombs squarely into the city, as they swoop over, wave after
wave of them--oh, John Carter, what can we do?"

John Carter's old fighting smile, usually present at times of personal
danger, had given way to a stern, grave expression.

He saw below him the oldest and most powerful city on Mars being
conquered by Pew Mogel's forces. Armed with Helium's vast resources, the
synthetic man would go forth and conquer all the civilized nations on

Fifty thousand years of Martian learning and culture wrecked by a
power-mad maniac, himself the synthetic product of civilized man!

"Is there nothing we can do to stop him, John Carter?" came the girl's
repeated question.

"Very little, I'm afraid, my princess," he replied sadly, "All we can do
is station Tars Tarkas's green warriors at an advantageous point in
preparation for the counterattack and trust to fate that our messenger
reached Kantos Kan in time that he may return and aid us."

"Without supporting aircraft, our green warriors, heroic fighters that
they are, can do little against Pew Mogel's superior numbers in the air."

When John Carter and Dejah Thoris returned to Tars Tarkas, they reported
what they had seen.

The great Thark agreed that his warriors could avail but little in a
direct attack against Pew Mogel's air force. It was decided that half
their troops be concentrated at one point and at dawn attempt to rush
into the city.

The remaining half of the warriors would scatter into the mountains in
smaller groups and engage the enemy in guerilla warfare.

Thus they hoped to forestall the fate of Helium until Kantos Kan returned
with his fleet of speedy air fighters.

"Helium's fleet of trim, metal fighting craft will furnish Pew Mogel's
feathered-bird brigade a worthy enemy," remarked Tars Tarkas.

"Provided, of course," added John Carter, "Kantos Kan's fleet reaches
Helium before Pew Mogel has entrenched himself in the City and returned
his own anti-aircraft guns upon them."

All that night in the mountains, under cover of semi-darkness, John
Carter and Tars Tarkas reorganized and restationed their troops. By dawn,
all was ready.

John Carter and Tars Tarkas would lead the advance half of the Tharks in
a wild rush toward the gates of Helium, the other half would remain
behind, covering their comrades' assault with long-range rifles.

Much against the earthman's will, Dejah Thoris insisted she would ride
into the City beside him upon their malagor.

It was just commencing to grow brighter.

"Prepare to charge," John Carter ordered. Tars Tarkas passed the word
down and across by his orderly to his unit commanders.

"Prepare to charge! Prepare to charge!" echoed down and across the
battalions of magnificent, four-armed green fighters astride their
eight-legged, massive, restless thoats.

The minutes dragged by as the troop lines swung around. Steel swords were
drawn from scabbards. Hammers, on short deadly ray-pistols, clicked back
as they cocked over saddle pommels.

John Carter looked around at the girl sitting so straight and steady
behind him.

"You are very brave, my princess," he said.

"It's easy to be brave," she replied, "when I'm so close to the greatest
warrior on Mars."

"Charge!" came John Carter's terse, sudden order.

Down the mountain and across the plain toward Helium streaked the savage
hoard of Tharks. Out ahead raced Tars Tarkas, his sword held high.

Far ahead and above, on speedy wings, streaked the malagor bearing John
Carter and the Princess of Helium.

"John Carter, thank Issus!" Dejah Thoris cried in relief and pointed
toward the far mountain skyline.

"The Helium fleet has returned," shouted John Carter. "Our messenger
reached Kantos Kan in time!" Over the mountains, with flying banners
streaming, sailed the mighty Helium fleet.

There was a moment's silence in the entrenched guns of the enemy. They
had seen the charging Tharks and the Helium fleet simultaneously.

A great cry of triumph rose from the ranks of the charging warriors at
the sight of the Helium fleet streaking to their aid.

"Listen," cried Dejah Thoris to Carter, "the bells of Helium are tolling
our victory song!" then it seemed as though all of Pew Mogel's guns broke
loose at once and from behind the protecting hills rose his flying
legions of winged malagors. Upon their backs rode the white apes with
men's brains.

Down upon the legions of Tharks came wave after wave of Pew Mogel's
feathered squadrons. In true blitzkrieg fashion, the birds would swoop
down just out of sword's reach over the green warriors. As each bird
pulled out of its dive, the ape on its back would empty its
death-dealing atomgun into the mass of warriors beneath.

The carnage was terrific. Only after Tars Tarkas and John Carter had led
their warriors into the first lines of entrenched apes did the Tharks
find an enemy with whom they could fight effectively.

Here, the four-armed green soldiers of Thark fought gloriously against
the great white apes of Pew Mogel's ghastly legions.

But never for a second did the horrible death-dealing squadrons cease
their attacks from above. Like angry hornets, the thousands dove, killed,
climbed again, always killing.

John Carter masterfully controlled his frightened bird while he issued
orders and directed attacks from his vantage point immediately above the
center of battle.

Bravely, efficiently, the Princess of Helium protected her chieftain
against countless side and rear attacks from the air. The barrel of her
radium pistol was red-hot with constant firing and many were the charging
birds and shrieking apes she sent catapulting into the melee below.

Suddenly a hoarse shout rose again from Pew Mogel's legions on ground and
in the air.

"What is it, my chieftain?" cried the girl. "Why are the enemy shouting
in triumph?"

John Carter looked toward the advancing ships now over the mountains only
half a mile away, then his blood ran cold.

"The giant--Joog the giant!"

The creature had risen up from behind the shelter of a low hill, as the
ships approached above him. The giant grasped a huge tree trunk in his
mighty hand.

Even from where they were, John Carter could discern the head of a man
sitting in an armor-enclosed, steel howdah strapped to the top of Joog's

From the giant's lips there suddenly issued a thunderous, shrieking roar
that echoed in the mountains and across the plain.

Then he clambered swiftly to the top of a small hill. Before the
astonished Heliumites could swerve their speeding craft, the giant struck
out mightily with the great tree trunk.

The great, synthetic muscles of Pew Mogel's giant swung the huge weapon
full into the advancing craft.

The vanguard of twenty ships, the pride of Helium's airfleet met the blow
head-on--went smashing and shattering against the mountain-side, carrying
their crews to swift, crushing death!



Kantos Kan's flagship narrowly escaped annihilation at the first blow of
the giant. The creature's club only missed the leading ship by a few

From their position on the malagor, John Carter and Dejah Thoris could
see many of the airships turning back toward the mountains. Others,
however, were not so fortunate.

Caught in the wild rush of air resulting from the giant's swinging club,
the craft pitched and tossed crazily out of control. Again and again the
huge tree trunk split through the air as the giant swung blow after blow
at the helpless ships.

"Kantos Kan is re-forming his fleet," John Carter shouted above the roar
of battle as the fighting on the ground was once more resumed with
increased zeal.

"The ships are returning again," cried the princess, "toward that awful

"They are spreading out in the air," the earthman replied. "Kantos Kan is
trying to surround the giant!"

"But why?"

"Look, they are giving him some of Pew Mogel's own medicine!"

Helium's vast fleet of airships was darting in from all sides. Others
came zooming down from above. As they approached within range of their
massive target, the gunners would pour out a veritable hail of bullets
and rays into the giant's body.

Dejah Thoris sighed in relief. "He can't stand that much longer!" she

John Carter, however, shook his head sadly as the giant began to strike
down the planes with renewed fury.

"I'm afraid it's useless. Not only those bullets but the ray-guns as well
are having no effect upon the creature. His body has been imbued with a
serum that Ras Thavas discovered. The stuff spreads throughout the tissue
cells and makes them regrow immediately with unbelievable speed to replace
all wounded or destroyed flesh."

"You mean," Dejah Thoris asked, horror-stricken, "the awful monster might
never be destroyed?"

"It is probable that he will live and grow forever," replied the
earthman, "unless something drastic is done to destroy him."

A sudden fire of determination flared in the earthman's steel grey eyes.

"There may be a way yet to stop him, my princess, and save our people-"

A weird, bold plan had formulated itself in John Carter's mind. He was
accustomed to acting quickly on sudden impulse. Now he ordered his
malagor down close over Tars Tarkas's head.

Although he knew the battle was hopeless, the green man was fighting
furiously on his great thoat.

"Call your men back to the mountains," shouted Carter to his old friend.
"Hide out there and reorganize--wait for my return!"

The next half hour found John Carter and the girl beside Kantos Kan's
flagship. The great Helium fleet had once more retreated over the
mountains to take stock of its losses and re-form for a new attack.

Every ship's captain must have known the futility of further battle
against this indomitable element; yet they were all willing to fight to
the last for their nation and for their princess, who had so recently
been rescued.

After the earthman and the girl boarded the flagship, they freed the
great malagor that had so faithfully served them. Kantos Kan joyously
greeted the princess on bended knee and then welcomed his old friend.

"To know you two are safe again is a pleasure that even outweighs the
great sadness of seeing our City of Helium fall into the enemy's hands,"
stated Kantos Kan sincerely.

"We have not lost yet, Kantos Kan," said the earthman. "I have a plan
that might save us--I'll need ten of your largest planes manned by only a
minimum crew."

"I'll wire orders for them to break formation and assemble beside the
flagship immediately," replied Kantos Kan, turning to an orderly.

"Just a minute," added Carter. "I'll want each plane equipped with two
hundred parachutes."

"Two hundred parachutes?" echoed the orderly. "Yes, sir!" Almost
immediately there were ten large aircraft, empty troop ships, drifting in
single file formation beside Kantos Kan's flagship. Each had a minimum
crew of ten men and two hundred parachutes, two thousand parachutes in
all! Just before he boarded the leading ship, John Carter spoke to Kantos

"Keep your fleet intact," he said, "until I return. Stay near Helium and
protect the city as best you can. I'll be back by dawn."

"But that monster," groaned Kantos Kan. "Look at him. We must do something
to save Helium."

The enormous creature, standing one hundred and thirty feet tall, dressed
in his ill-fitting, baggy tunic, was tossing boulders and bombs into
Helium, his every action dictated through short wave by Pew Mogel, who
sat in the armored howdah atop the giant's head.

John Carter laid his hand on Kantos Kan's shoulder.

"Don't waste further ships and men uselessly in fighting the creature,"
he warned "and trust me, my friend. Do as I say--at least until dawn!"

John Carter took Dejah Thoris's hand in his and kissed it. "Goodbye, my
chieftain," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

"You'll be safer here with Kantos Kan, Dejah Thoris," spoke the earthman;
and then, "Goodbye, my princess," he called and vaulted lightly over the
craft's rail to the deck of the troop ship alongside. It pained him to
leave Dejah Thoris; yet he knew she was in safe hands.

Ten minutes later, Dejah Thoris and Kantos Kan watched the ten speedy
craft disappear into the distant haze.

When John Carter had gone, Kantos Kan unfurled Dejah Thoris's personal
colors beside the nation's flag; so that all Helium would know that their
princess had been found safe and the people be heartened by her close

During his absence, Kantos Kan and Tars Tarkas followed the earthman's
orders, refraining from throwing away their forces in hopeless battle. As
a result, Pew Mogel's fighters had moved closer and closer to Helium;
while Pew Mogel himself was even now preparing Joog to lead the final
assault upon the fortressed city. Exactly twenty-four hours later, John
Carter's ten ships returned.

As he approached Helium, the earthman took in the situation at a glance.
He had feared that he would be too late, for his secret mission had
occupied more precious time than he had anticipated.

But now he sighed with relief. There was still time to put into execution
his bold plan, the plan upon which rested the fate of a nation.



Fearing that Pew Mogel might somehow intercept any shortwave signal to
Kantos Kan, John Carter sought out the flagship and hove to alongside it.

The troop ships that had accompanied him on his secret mission were
strung out behind their leader.

Their captains awaited the next orders of this remarkable man from
another world. In the last twenty-four hours they had seen John Carter
accomplish a task that no Martian would have even dreamed of attempting.

The next four hours would determine the success or failure of a plan so
fantastic that the earthman himself had half-smiled at its contemplation.

Even his old friend, Kantos Kan, shook his head sadly when John Carter
explained his intentions a few minutes later in the cabin of the

"I'm afraid it's no use, John Carter," he said. "Even though your plan is
most ingeniously conceived, it will avail naught against that horrible

"Helium is doomed, and although we shall all fight until the last to save
her, it can do no good."

As he talked, Kantos Kan was looking down at Helium far below. Joog the
giant could be seen on the plain hurling great boulders into the city.

Why Pew Mogel had not ordered the giant into the city itself by this
time, Carter could not understand--unless it was because Pew Mogel
actually enjoyed watching the destructive effect of the boulders as they
crashed into the buildings of Helium.

Actually, Joog, however frightful in appearance, could best serve his
master's purpose by biding his time, for he was doing more damage at
present than he could possibly accomplish within the city itself.

But it was only a matter of time before Pew Mogel would order a general
attack upon the city.

Then his entrenched forces would dash in, scaling the walls and crashing
the gates. Overhead would swoop the supporting apes on their speedy
mounts, bringing death and destruction from the air.

And finally Joog would come, adding the final coup to Pew Mogel's

The horrible carnage that would then fall upon his people made Kantos Kan

"There is no time to lose, Kantos Kan," spoke the earthman. "I must have
your assurance that you will see that my orders are followed to the

Kantos Kan looked at the earthman for some time before he spoke.

"You have my word, John Carter," he said, "even though I know it will
mean your death, for no man, not even you, can accomplish what you plan
to do!"

"Good!" cried the earthman. "I shall leave immediately; and when you see
the giant raise and lower his arm three times, that will be your signal
to carry out my orders!"

Just before he left the flagship, John Carter knocked at Dejah Thoris's
cabin door.

"Come," he heard her reply from within. As he threw open the door, he saw
Dejah Thoris seated at a table. She had just flicked off the visiscreen
upon which she had caught the vision of Kantos Kan. The girl rose, tears
filling her eyes.

"Do not leave again, John Carter," she pleaded. "Kantos Kan has just told
me of your rash plan--it cannot possibly succeed, and you will only be
sacrificing yourself uselessly. Stay with me, my chieftain, and we shall
die together!" John Carter strode across the room and took his princess
in his arms--perhaps for the last time. She pillowed her head on his broad
chest and cried softly. He held her close for a brief moment before he

"Upon Mars," he said, "I have found a free and kindly people whose
civilization I have learned to cherish. Their princess is the woman I

"She and her people to whom she belongs are in grave danger. While there
is even a slight chance for me to save you and Helium from the terrible
catastrophe that threatens all Mars, I must act."

Dejah Thoris straightened a little at his words and smiled bravely as she
looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, my chieftain," she whispered. "For a minute, my love for you
made me forget that I belong also to my people. If there is any chance of
saving them, I would be horribly selfish to detain you; so go now and
remember, if you die the heart of Dejah Thoris dies with you!"

A moment later John Carter was seated behind the controls of the fastest,
one-man airship in the entire Helium Navy.

He waved farewell to the two forlorn figures who stood at the rail of the

Then he opened wide the throttle of the quiet radium engine. He could
feel the little craft shudder for an instant as it gained speed. The
earthman pointed its nose upward and rose far above the battleground.

Then he nosed over and dove down. The wind whistled shrilly off the
craft's trim lines as its increased momentum sped it, comet-like,
downward--straight toward the giant!



Neither Pew Mogel nor the giant Joog had yet seen the lone craft diving
toward them from overhead. Pew Mogel, seated inside the armored howdah
that was attached to Joog's enormous helmet, was issuing attack orders to
his troops by shortwave.

A strip of glass, about three feet wide, completely encircled the howdah,
enabling Pew Mogel to obtain complete, unrestricted vision of his
fighting forces below.

Perhaps if Pew Mogel had looked up through the circular glass skylight in
the dome of his steel shelter, he would have seen the earthman's speedy
little craft streaking down on him from above.

John Carter was banking his life, that of the woman he loved and the
survival of Helium upon the hope that Pew Mogel would not look up.

John Carter was driving his little craft with bullet speed--straight
toward that circular opening on top of Pew Mogel's sanctuary.

Joog was standing still now, shoulders hunched forward. Pew Mogel had
ordered him to be quiet while he completed his last-minute command to his

The giant was on the plain between the mountains and the city. Not until
he was five hundred feet above the little round window did Carter pull
back on the throttle.

He had gained his great height to avoid discovery by Pew Mogel. His speed
was for the same purpose.

Now, if he were to come out alive himself, he must slow down his hurtling
craft. That impact must occur at exactly the right speed.

If he made the crash too fast, he might succeed only in killing himself,
with no assurance that Pew Mogel had died with him.

On the other hand, if the speed of his ship were too slow it would never
crash through the tough glass that covered the opening. In that case, his
crippled plane would bounce harmlessly off the howdah and carry Carter to
his death on the battlefield below.

One hundred feet over the window!

He shut off the motor, a quick glance at the speedometer--too fast for
the impact!

His hands flew over the instrument panel. He jerked back on three levers.
Three little parachutes whipped out behind the craft. There was a tug on
the plane as its speed slowed down.

Then the ship's nose crashed against the little window! There was a
crunch of steel, a splinter of wood, as the ship's nose collapsed; then a
clatter of glass that ended in a dull, trembling thud as the craft bore
through the window and lodged part way in the floor of Pew Mogel's

The tail of the craft was protruding out of the top of the howdah, but
the craft's door was inside the compartment.

John Carter sprang from his ship, his blade gleaming in his hand.

Pew Mogel was still spinning around crazily in his revolving chair from
the tremendous impact. His earphones and attached microphone, with which
he had directed Joog's actions as well as his troop formations, had been
knocked off his head and lay on the floor at his feet.

When his foolish spin finally stopped, Pew Mogel remained seated. He
stared incredulously at the earthman.

His small, lidless eyes bulged. He opened his crooked mouth several times
to speak. Now his twisted fingers worked spasmodically.

"Draw your sword, Pew Mogel!" spoke the earthman so low that Pew Mogel
could hardly hear the words. The synthetic man made no move to obey.

"You're dead!" he finally croaked. It was like the man was trying to
convince himself that what he saw confronting him with naked sword was
only an ill-begotten hallucination. So hard, in fact, did Pew Mogel
continue to stare that his left eye behaved as Carter had seen it do once
before in Korvas when the creature was excited.

It popped out of its socket and hung down on his cheek. "Quickly, Pew
Mogel, draw your weapon--I have no time to waste!"

Carter could feel the giant below him growing restless, shifting uneasily
on his enormous feet. Apparently he did not yet suspect the change of
masters in the howdah strapped to his helmet; yet he had jumped
perceptibly when Carter's craft had torn into his master's sanctuary.

Carter reached down and picked up the microphone on the floor.

"Raise your arm," he shouted into the mouthpiece.

There was a pause; then the giant raised the right arm high over his

"Lower arm," Carter commanded again. The giant obeyed. Twice more, Carter
gave the same command and the giant obeyed each time. The earthman half
smiled. He knew Kantos Kan had seen the signal and would follow the
orders he had given him earlier.

Now Pew Mogel's hand suddenly shot down to his side. It started back up
with a radium gun.

There was a blinding flash as he pulled the trigger; then the gun flew
miraculously from his hand.

Carter had leaped to one side. His sword had crashed against the weapon
knocking it from Pew Mogel's grasp. Now the man was forced to draw his

There, on top of the giant's head, fighting furiously with a synthetic
man of Mars, John Carter found himself in one of the weirdest
predicaments of his adventurous life.

Pew Mogel was no mean swordsman. In fact, so furious was his first attack
that he had the earthman backing around the room hard-pressed to parry
the swift torrent of blows that were aimed indiscriminately at every inch
of his body from head to toe.

It was a ghastly sensation, fighting with a man whose eye hung down the
side of his face. Pew Mogel had forgotten that it had popped out. The
synthetic man could see equally well with either eye.

Now Pew Mogel had worked the earthman over to the window. Just for an
instant he glanced out. An exclamation of surprise escaped his lips.



John Carter's eyes followed those of Pew Mogel. What he saw made him
smile, renewed hope surging over him.

"Look, Pew Mogel," he cried. "Your flying army is disbanding!"

The thousands of malagors that had littered the sky with their hairy
riders were croaking hoarsely as they scattered in all directions. The
apes astride their backs were unable to control their wild fright. The
birds were pitching off their riders in wholesale lots, as their great
wings flapped furiously to escape that which had suddenly appeared in the
sky among them.

The cause of their wild flight was immediately apparent. The air was
filled with parachutes, and dangling from each falling parachute was a
three-legged Martian rat-every Martian bird's hereditary foe!

In the quick glance that he took, Carter could see the creatures tumbling
out of the troop ship into which he had loaded them during his absence of
the last twenty-four hours.

His orders were being followed implicitly.

The rats would soon be landing among Pew Mogel's entrenched troops.

Now, however, John Carter's attention returned to his own immediate

Pew Mogel swung viciously at the earthman. The blade nicked his shoulder,
the blood flowed down his bronzed arm.

Carter stole another glance down. Those rats would need support when they
landed in the trenches.

Good! Tars Tarkas's green warriors were again racing out of the hills,
unhindered now by scathing fire from an enemy above.

True, the rats when they landed would attack anything in their path; but
the green Tharks were mounted on fleet thoats, the apes had no mounts. No
malagor would stay within sight of its most hated enemy.

Pew Mogel was backing up now once more near the window. Out of the corner
of his eye, Carter caught sight of Kantos Kan's airfleet zooming down
towards Pew Mogel's ape legions far below.

Pew Mogel suddenly reached down with his free hand.

His fingers clutched the microphone that Cater had dropped when Pew Mogel
had first rushed at him.

Now the creature held it to his lips and before the earthman could
prevent it he shouted into it.

"Joog!" He cried, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The next second, John Carter's blade has severed Pew Mogel's head from
his shoulders.

The earthman dived for the microphone as it fell from the creature's
hands; but he was met by Pew Mogel's headless body as it lunged blindly
round the room still wielding its gleaming weapons.

Pew Mogel's head rolled about the floor, shrieking wildly as Joog charged
forward to obey his master's last command to kill!

Joog's head jerked back and forth with each enormous stride. John Carter
was hurled roughly about the narrow compartment with each step.

Pew Mogel's headless body floundered across the floor still striking out
madly with the sword in it's hand.

"You can't kill me. You can't kill me," shrieked Pew Mogel's head, as it
bounced about "I am Ras Thavas's synthetic man. I never die. I never

The narrow entrance door to the howdah had flopped open as some flying
object hit against its bolt.

Pew Mogel's body walked vacantly through the opening and went hurtling
down to the ground far below.

Pew Mogel's head saw and shrieked in dismay; then Carter managed to grab
it by the ear and hurl the head out after the body.

He could hear the thing shrieking all the way down; then its cries ceased

Joog was now fighting furiously with the weapon he had just uprooted.

"I kill! I kill!" he bellowed as he smacked the huge club against the
Helium planes as they drove down over the trenches.

Although the howdah was rocking violently, Carter clung to the window.
He could see the rats landing now by the scores, hurling themselves
viciously at the apes in the trenches.

And Tars Tarkas's green warriors were there now, also. They were fighting
gloriously beside their great, four-armed leader.

But Joog's mighty club was mowing down a hundred fighters at a time as he
swept it close above the ground. Joog had to be stopped somehow!

John Carter dove for the microphone that was sliding around the floor. He
missed it, dove again. This time his fingers held it.

"Joog--stop! Stop!" Carter shouted into the microphone. Panting and
growling, the great creature ceased his ruthless slaughter. He stood
hunched over, the sullen, glaring hatred slowly dying away in his eyes,
as the battle continued to rage at his feet.

The apes were now completely disbanded. They broke over the trenches and
ran toward the mountains, pursued by the vicious, snarling rats and the
green warriors of Tars Tarkas.

John Carter could see Kantos Kan's flagship hovering near Joog's head.

Fearing that Joog might aim an irritated blow at the craft with its
precious cargo, the earthman signalled the ship to remain aloft.

Then his command once again rang into the microphone. "Joog, lie down.
Lie down!"

Like some tired beast of prey, Joog settled down on the ground amid the
bodies of those he had killed.

John Carter leaped out of the howdah onto the ground. He still retained
hold of the microphone that was tuned to the shortwave receiving set in
Joog's ear.

"Joog!" shouted Carter again. "Go to Korvas. Go to Korvas."

The monster glared at the earthman, not ten feet from his face, and



Once again the earthman repeated his command to Joog the giant. Now the
snarl faded from his lips and from the brute's chest came a sound not
unlike a sigh as he rose to his feet once again.

Turning slowly, Joog ambled off across the plain toward Korvas.

It was not until ten minutes later after the Heliumite soldiers had
stormed from their city and surrounded the earthman and their princess
that John Carter, holding Dejah Thoris tightly in his arms, saw Joog's
head disappear over the mountains in the distance.

"Why did you let him go, John Carter?" asked Tars Tarkas, as he wiped the
blood from his blade on the hide of his sweating thoat.

"Yes, why," repeated Kantos Kan, "when you had him in your power?"

John Carter turned and surveyed the battlefield. "All the death and
destruction that has been caused here today was due not to Joog but to
Pew Mogel," replied John Carter.

"Joog is harmless, now that his evil master is dead. Why add his death to
all those others, even if we could have killed him--which I doubt?"

Kantos Kan was watching the rats disappear into the far mountains in
pursuit of the great, lumbering apes.

"Tell me, John Carter," finally he said, a queer expression on his face,
"how did you manage to capture those vicious rats, load them into those
troop ships and even strap parachutes on them?"

John Carter smiled. "It was really simple," he said. "I had noticed in
Korvas, when I was a prisoner in their underground city, that there was
only one means of entrance to the cavern in which the rats live--a single
tunnel that continued back for some distance before it branched, although
there were openings in the ceiling far above; but they were out of reach.

"I led my men down into that tunnel and we built a huge smoke fire with
debris from the ground above. The natural draft carried the smoke into
the cavern.

"The place became so filled with smoke that the rats passed out by the
scores from lack of oxygen, for they couldn't get by the fire in the
tunnel--their only means of escape. Later, we simply went in and dragged
out as many as we needed to load into our troop ships."

"But the parachutes!" exclaimed Kantos Kan. "How did you manage to get
those on their backs or keep them from tearing them off when the
creatures finally became conscious?"

"They did not regain consciousness until the last minute," replied the
earthman. "We kept the inside cabin of each troop ship filled with enough
smoke to keep the rats unconscious all the way to Helium. We had plenty
of time to attach the parachutes to their backs. The rats came to in
midair after my men shoved them out of the ships."

John Carter nodded toward the disappearing creatures in the mountains.
"They were very much alive and fighting mad when they hit the ground, as
you saw," added the earthman. "They simply stepped out of their parachute
harnesses when they landed, and leaped for anyone in sight.

"As for the malagors," he concluded, "they are birds--and birds on both
Earth and Mars have no love for snakes or rats. I knew those malagors
would prefer other surroundings when they saw and smelled their natural
enemies in the air around them!"

Dejah Thoris looked up at her chieftain and smiled. "Was there ever such
a man before?" she asked. "Could it be that all earthman are like you?"

That night all Helium celebrated its victory. The streets of the city
surged with laughing people. The mighty, green warriors of Thark
mingled--in common brotherhood with the fighting legions of Helium.

In the royal palace was staged a great feast in honor of John Carter's
service to Helium.

Old Tardos Mors, the jeddak, was so choked with feeling at the miraculous
delivery of his city from the hands of their enemy and the safe return of
his granddaughter that he was unable to speak for some time when he arose
at the dining table to offer the kingdom's thanks to the earthman.

But when he finally spoke, his words were couched with the simple dignity
of a great ruler. The intense gratitude of these people deeply touched
the earthman's heart.

Later that night, John Carter and Dejah Thoris stood alone on a balcony
overlooking the royal gardens.

The moons of Mars circled majestically across the heavens, causing the
shadows of the distant mountains to roll and tumble in an ever-changing
fantasy over the plain and the forest.

Even the shadows of the two people on the royal balcony slowly merged
into one.


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