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Tarzan on Mars
At the same time, a huge spear came hurtling through
the window, barely missing one of Churg's great shoulders.
The two of them, white ape and white woman, turned to look
across the rooftop.
There stood three giant green men behind the balustrade
from which La had escaped. In their center, she recognized
the superior stature and the tusk, evil face of Xotar Kova, Jed.
It was he who had hurled the spear in preference to using his
more effective radium rifle in his hand, evidently because he
had hoped to single out only the ape for death, whereas an
explosive bullet would have been quite impartial.
"Come!" said Churg, tossing La's light form over his
shoulder.
As she was carried thus unceremoniously out of the
chamber, La caught one last glimpse of Xotar Kova and his
two companions. She saw that they were laughing, and she
understood. Already she had learned that the only humor in
the breast of a green man is that which is aroused at the sight
of death or torture—or the prospect of fates even worse than
this.
Yet La wondered which fate might be worse— to remain
in the hands of her recent captors, who were bloodthirsty
butchers at best, or to play High Priestess of the Flaming God
to a tribe of great white apes...
* * *
To Jane Clayton, this was also a world which could only
exist in another life. Had she the possession of her own will
and normal consciousness, her educated mind would soon
have told her where she was.
There was a man who at least told her her identity. He
was a tall, impressive man who wore on his high forehead a
beautiful shining jewel which was somehow familiar. Somewhere,
she had seen a jewel like this—indeed, a greater one.
And the jewel itself seemed to be the voice of this man—his
silent voice which was yet louder than all the sounds in the
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