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  At length, however, we reached the shadows of the forest, while right behind us sprang the swiftest of our pursuers--a giant plant woman with claws outreaching to fasten her bloodsucking mouths upon us.

  She was, I should say, a hundred yards in advance of her closest companion, and so I called to Tara Tarkas to ascend a great tree that brushed the cliff's face while I dispatched the fellow, thus giving the less agile Thark an opportunity to reach the higher branches before the entire horde should be upon us and every vestige of escape cut off.

  But I had reckoned without a just appreciation either of the cunning of my immediate antagonist or the swiftness with which her fellows were covering the distance which had separated them from me.

  As I raised my long-sword to deal the creature its death thrust it halted in its charge and, as my sword cut harmlessly through the empty air, the great tail of the thing swept with the power of a grizzly's arm across the sward and carried me bodily from my feet to the ground. In an instant the brute was upon me, but ere it could fasten its hideous mouths into my breast and throat I grasped a writhing tentacle in either hand.

  The plant woman was well muscled, heavy, and powerful but my earthly sinews and greater agility, in conjunction with the deathly strangle hold I had upon her, would have given me, I think, an eventual victory had we had time to discuss the merits of our relative prowess uninterrupted. But as we strained and struggled about the tree into which Tara Tarkas was clambering with infinite difficulty, I suddenly caught a glimpse over the shoulder of my antagonist of the great swarm of pursuers that now were fairly upon me.

  Now, at last, I saw the nature of the other monsters who had come with the plant women in response to the weird calling of the woman upon the cliff's face. They were that most dreaded of Martian creatures--great white apes of Barsoom.

  My former experiences upon Mars had familiarized me thoroughly with them and their methods, and I may say that of all the fearsome and terrible, weird and grotesque inhabitants of that strange world, it is the white apes that come nearest to familiarizing me with the sensation of fear.

  I think that the cause of this feeling which these apes engender within me is due to their remarkable resemblance in form to our Earth women, which gives them a human appearance that is most uncanny when coupled with their enormous size.

  They stand fifteen feet in height and walk erect upon their hind feet. Like the green Martians, they have an intermediary set of arms midway between their upper and lower limbs. Their eyes are very close set, but do not protrude as do those of the green women of Mars; their ears are high set, but more laterally located than are the green women's, while their snouts and teeth are much like those of our African gorilla. Upon their heads grows an enormous shock of bristly hair.

  It was into the eyes of such as these and the terrible plant women that I gazed above the shoulder of my foe, and then, in a mighty wave of snarling, snapping, screaming, purring rage, they swept over me--and of all the sounds that assailed my ears as I went down beneath them, to me the most hideous was the horrid purring of the plant women.

  Instantly a score of cruel fangs and keen talons were sunk into my flesh; cold, sucking lips fastened themselves upon my arteries. I struggled to free myself, and even though weighed down by these immense bodies, I succeeded in struggling to my feet, where, still grasping my long-sword, and shortening my grip upon it until I could use it as a dagger, I wrought such havoc among them that at one time I stood for an instant free.

  What it has taken minutes to write occurred in but a few seconds, but during that time Tara Tarkas had seen my plight and had dropped from the lower branches, which she had reached with such infinite labour, and as I flung the last of my immediate antagonists from me the great Thark leaped to my side, and again we fought, back to back, as we had done a hundred times before.

  Time and again the ferocious apes sprang in to close with us, and time and again we beat them back with our swords. The great tails of the plant women lashed with tremendous power about us as they charged from various directions or sprang with the agility of greyhounds above our heads; but every attack met a gleaming blade in sword hands that had been reputed for twenty years the best that Mars ever had known; for Tara Tarkas and Joan Carter were names that the fighting women of the world of warriors loved best to speak.

  But even the two best swords in a world of fighters can avail not for ever against overwhelming numbers of fierce and savage brutes that know not what defeat means until cold steel teaches their hearts no longer to beat, and so, step by step, we were forced back. At length we stood against the giant tree that we had chosen for our ascent, and then, as charge after charge hurled its weight upon us, we gave back again and again, until we had been forced half-way around the huge base of the colossal trunk.

  Tara Tarkas was in the lead, and suddenly I heard a little cry of exultation from her.

  'Here is shelter for one at least, Joan Carter,' she said, and, glancing down, I saw an opening in the base of the tree about three feet in diameter.

  'In with you, Tara Tarkas,' I cried, but she would not go; saying that her bulk was too great for the little aperture, while I might slip in easily.

  'We shall both die if we remain without, Joan Carter; here is a slight chance for one of us. Take it and you may live to avenge me, it is useless for me to attempt to worm my way into so small an opening with this horde of demons besetting us on all sides.'

  'Then we shall die together, Tara Tarkas,' I replied, 'for I shall not go first. Let me defend the opening while you get in, then my smaller stature will permit me to slip in with you before they can prevent.'

  We still were fighting furiously as we talked in broken sentences, punctured with vicious cuts and thrusts at our swarming enemy.

  At length she yielded, for it seemed the only way in which either of us might be saved from the ever-increasing numbers of our assailants, who were still swarming upon us from all directions across the broad valley.

  'It was ever your way, Joan Carter, to think last of your own life,' she said; 'but still more your way to command the lives and actions of others, even to the greatest of Jeddaks who rule upon Barsoom.'

  There was a grim smile upon her cruel, hard face, as she, the greatest Jeddak of them all, turned to obey the dictates of a creature of another world--of a woman whose stature was less than half her own.

  'If you fail, Joan Carter,' she said, 'know that the cruel and heartless Thark, to whom you taught the meaning of friendship, will come out to die beside you.'

  'As you will, my friend,' I replied; 'but quickly now, head first, while I cover your retreat.'

  She hesitated a little at that word, for never before in her whole life of continual strife had she turned her back upon aught than a dead or defeated enemy.

  'Haste, Tara Tarkas,' I urged, 'or we shall both go down to profitless defeat; I cannot hold them for ever alone.'

  As she dropped to the ground to force her way into the tree, the whole howling pack of hideous devils hurled themselves upon me. To right and left flew my shimmering blade, now green with the sticky juice of a plant woman, now red with the crimson blood of a great white ape; but always flying from one opponent to another, hesitating but the barest fraction of a second to drink the lifeblood in the centre of some savage heart.

  And thus I fought as I never had fought before, against such frightful odds that I cannot realize even now that human muscles could have withstood that awful onslaught, that terrific weight of hurtling tons of ferocious, battling flesh.

  With the fear that we would escape them, the creatures redoubled their efforts to pull me down, and though the ground about me was piled high with their dead and dying comrades, they succeeded at last in overwhelming me, and I went down beneath them for the second time that day, and once again felt those awful sucking lips against my flesh.

  But scarce had I fallen ere I felt powerful hands grip my ankles, and in another second I was being drawn within the shelter of the tree
's interior. For a moment it was a tug of war between Tara Tarkas and a great plant woman, who clung tenaciously to my breast, but presently I got the point of my long-sword beneath her and with a mighty thrust pierced her vitals.

  Torn and bleeding from many cruel wounds, I lay panting upon the ground within the hollow of the tree, while Tara Tarkas defended the opening from the furious mob without.

  For an hour they howled about the tree, but after a few attempts to reach us they confined their efforts to terrorizing shrieks and screams, to horrid growling on the part of the great white apes, and the fearsome and indescribable purring by the plant women.

  At length, all but a score, who had apparently been left to prevent our escape, had left us, and our adventure seemed destined to result in a siege, the only outcome of which could be our death by starvation; for even should we be able to slip out after dark, whither in this unknown and hostile valley could we hope to turn our steps toward possible escape?

  As the attacks of our enemies ceased and our eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness of the interior of our strange retreat, I took the opportunity to explore our shelter.

  The tree was hollow to an extent of about fifty feet in diameter, and from its flat, hard floor I judged that it had often been used to domicile others before our occupancy. As I raised my eyes toward its roof to note the height I saw far above me a faint glow of light.

  There was an opening above. If we could but reach it we might still hope to make the shelter of the cliff caves. My eyes had now become quite used to the subdued light of the interior, and as I pursued my investigation I presently came upon a rough ladder at the far side of the cave.

  Quickly I mounted it, only to find that it connected at the top with the lower of a series of horizontal wooden bars that spanned the now narrow and shaft-like interior of the tree's stem. These bars were set one above another about three feet apart, and formed a perfect ladder as far above me as I could see.

  Dropping to the floor once more, I detailed my discovery to Tara Tarkas, who suggested that I explore aloft as far as I could go in safety while she guarded the entrance against a possible attack.

  As I hastened above to explore the strange shaft I found that the ladder of horizontal bars mounted always as far above me as my eyes could reach, and as I ascended, the light from above grew brighter and brighter.

  For fully five hundred feet I continued to climb, until at length I reached the opening in the stem which admitted the light. It was of about the same diameter as the entrance at the foot of the tree, and opened directly upon a large flat limb, the well worn surface of which testified to its long continued use as an avenue for some creature to and from this remarkable shaft.

  I did not venture out upon the limb for fear that I might be discovered and our retreat in this direction cut off; but instead hurried to retrace my steps to Tara Tarkas.

  I soon reached her and presently we were both ascending the long ladder toward the opening above.

  Tara Tarkas went in advance and as I reached the first of the horizontal bars I drew the ladder up after me and, handing it to her, she carried it a hundred feet further aloft, where she wedged it safely between one of the bars and the side of the shaft. In like manner I dislodged the lower bars as I passed them, so that we soon had the interior of the tree denuded of all possible means of ascent for a distance of a hundred feet from the base; thus precluding possible pursuit and attack from the rear.

  As we were to learn later, this precaution saved us from dire predicament, and was eventually the means of our salvation.

  When we reached the opening at the top Tara Tarkas drew to one side that I might pass out and investigate, as, owing to my lesser weight and greater agility, I was better fitted for the perilous threading of this dizzy, hanging pathway.

  The limb upon which I found myself ascended at a slight angle toward the cliff, and as I followed it I found that it terminated a few feet above a narrow ledge which protruded from the cliff's face at the entrance to a narrow cave.

  As I approached the slightly more slender extremity of the branch it bent beneath my weight until, as I balanced perilously upon its outer tip, it swayed gently on a level with the ledge at a distance of a couple of feet.

  Five hundred feet below me lay the vivid scarlet carpet of the valley; nearly five thousand feet above towered the mighty, gleaming face of the gorgeous cliffs.

  The cave that I faced was not one of those that I had seen from the ground, and which lay much higher, possibly a thousand feet. But so far as I might know it was as good for our purpose as another, and so I returned to the tree for Tara Tarkas.

  Together we wormed our way along the waving pathway, but when we reached the end of the branch we found that our combined weight so depressed the limb that the cave's mouth was now too far above us to be reached.

  We finally agreed that Tara Tarkas should return along the branch, leaving her longest leather harness strap with me, and that when the limb had risen to a height that would permit me to enter the cave I was to do so, and on Tara Tarkas' return I could then lower the strap and haul her up to the safety of the ledge.

  This we did without mishap and soon found ourselves together upon the verge of a dizzy little balcony, with a magnificent view of the valley spreading out below us.

  As far as the eye could reach gorgeous forest and crimson sward skirted a silent sea, and about all towered the brilliant monster guardian cliffs. Once we thought we discerned a gilded minaret gleaming in the sun amidst the waving tops of far-distant trees, but we soon abandoned the idea in the belief that it was but an hallucination born of our great desire to discover the haunts of civilized women in this beautiful, yet forbidding, spot.

  Below us upon the river's bank the great white apes were devouring the last remnants of Tara Tarkas' former companions, while great herds of plant women grazed in ever-widening circles about the sward which they kept as close clipped as the smoothest of lawns.

  Knowing that attack from the tree was now improbable, we determined to explore the cave, which we had every reason to believe was but a continuation of the path we had already traversed, leading the gods alone knew where, but quite evidently away from this valley of grim ferocity.

  As we advanced we found a well-proportioned tunnel cut from the solid cliff. Its walls rose some twenty feet above the floor, which was about five feet in width. The roof was arched. We had no means of making a light, and so groped our way slowly into the ever-increasing darkness, Tara Tarkas keeping in touch with one wall while I felt along the other, while, to prevent our wandering into diverging branches and becoming separated or lost in some intricate and labyrinthine maze, we clasped hands.

  How far we traversed the tunnel in this manner I do not know, but presently we came to an obstruction which blocked our further progress. It seemed more like a partition than a sudden ending of the cave, for it was constructed not of the material of the cliff, but of something which felt like very hard wood.

  Silently I groped over its surface with my hands, and presently was rewarded by the feel of the button which as commonly denotes a door on Mars as does a door knob on Earth.

  Gently pressing it, I had the satisfaction of feeling the door slowly give before me, and in another instant we were looking into a dimly lighted apartment, which, so far as we could see, was unoccupied.

  Without more ado I swung the door wide open and, followed by the huge Thark, stepped into the chamber. As we stood for a moment in silence gazing about the room a slight noise behind caused me to turn quickly, when, to my astonishment, I saw the door close with a sharp click as though by an unseen hand.

  Instantly I sprang toward it to wrench it open again, for something in the uncanny movement of the thing and the tense and almost palpable silence of the chamber seemed to portend a lurking evil lying hidden in this rock-bound chamber within the bowels of the Golden Cliffs.

  My fingers clawed futilely at the unyielding portal, while my eyes sought in vain for a d
uplicate of the button which had given us ingress.

  And then, from unseen lips, a cruel and mocking peal of laughter rang through the desolate place.

  CHAPTER III

  THE CHAMBER OF MYSTERY

  For moments after that awful laugh had ceased reverberating through the rocky room, Tara Tarkas and I stood in tense and expectant silence. But no further sound broke the stillness, nor within the range of our vision did aught move.

  At length Tara Tarkas laughed softly, after the manner of her strange kind when in the presence of the horrible or terrifying. It is not an hysterical laugh, but rather the genuine expression of the pleasure they derive from the things that move Earth women to loathing or to tears.