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Tarzan on Mars
They were almost hairless, but for a great, bristling
mane about their thick necks. Their long, tawny bodies were
supported by ten powerful legs and their enormous jaws were
equipped with several rows of long needle-like fangs. Their
huge, protruding green eyes blazed with murderous rage and
hate.
Thus, caught between these two unexpected forces, the
green men fell beneath giant fangs or battle axe or deadly
arrow—or, indeed, before the lightning swift blade of Kar
Komak, himself. However, though the green warriors feared
the bowmen alone, and only because of the well-founded
superstition that they were the ghosts of the departed
ancestors of the ancient people of Barsoom, they did not even
think in terms of yielding or escape, for they were never hatched
with the mechanism necessary to surrender. It is a
proverb upon Barsoom: give a green man one arm and one
leg with which to fight and he may yet win his way to freedom.
So it was that the bloody battle raged back and forth in
that crowded, dimly lighted room, and to the girl on the dais
it was like some mad dream that could never be in reality.
Perhaps the only reality she could appreciate was that mighty
red-hued warrior who had held such a wondrous look of love
for her in his eyes and who now fought for her safety like
some demon incarnate.
Suddenly, Kar Komak turned and called for her to follow
him closely through a path that seemed open for them, and
without hesitation, she responded. But her walk was more
like a strange series of jumps which puzzled her as well as
her protector. As there was no time to dwell upon this
peculiarity, he merely signaled her to stay close behind him
as he fought, flanked on either side by his fearless, fair-haired
warriors.
It was in that moment that a further commotion was
heard, and suddenly, a group of green warriors charged
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