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Tarzan on Mars
nails into his flesh with an astounding strength and bit
him—not as a woman, but as a ferocious savage animal at bay.
Searing pain shot through him and his flesh recoiled
instinctively, violently. Before he could think, he struck her
with all his might and sent her reeling from him. His throat
and neck ran hot ant wet with blood...
"Tario," said Ranas Ghol, "you have been wounded!"
This was early the next day as the Zumorian leader
discovered him standing on the great balcony of the amphitheater
which had been converted into a provisional throne
room for Issus.
Tario turned to him, scowling darkly. On his throat,
precariously near the Jugular vein, was a great, livid scar
which the marvelous medicines of Barsoom had almost
healed.
"I'll not explain it to you if you are unaware of its causes,"
he answered, heavily. "But I am not pleased with the fact that
you evidently foresee so much and divulge so little, Ranas
Ghol!"
The blue-skinned Zumorian looked out unperturbed at
the tremendous valley which yet lay in the macabre mists and
shadows of the morning. "I can only give guidance with what
I foresee," he answered, quietly. "What cannot be divulged
beforehand will not be divulged, Tario of Lothar."
Tario took a step closer to the other, glaring at him with
menacing expression and clenched fists. "Do you know what
I think?" he almost shouted. "I suspect that you are deluding
yourself with the idea that you can play games with me—and
with the whole alliance!"
"For your own sake and for the welfare of the planet,
perhaps—"
"Welfare of the planet?" shouted Tario. That is for me to
decide! I, Tario—"
"Who would be Taros Pthan?" interrupted Ranas Ghol.
Tario grasped the Zumorian in both his powerful hands.
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