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Tarzan on Mars
taped snugly against him. The tube was attached to plastic
tubing which led under his chair to a pump and a glass
chamber, from which another piece of tubing emerged to be
connected to a glass tube in his left arm.
It seemed only a moment before he had been blacking
out under the pressure of acceleration, sweating with the heat
of passage through Earth's atmosphere, his ear drums almost
shattered by the screaming of the rocket and the roar of its
engines.
Now—ominous peace and serenity. The lack of a sense
of motion, the unawareness of location. How long had it been?
Had he really been sitting here in suspended animation for a
year? Had he actually followed the long hyperbola plotted by
the computer?
Or had something unpredictable occurred, casting him
forever into the cold abyss? On the other hand he could be
either approaching Mars as scheduled, or at this moment he
could be hurtling directly at its surface with the speed of a
meteor!
Tarzan was not a scientist. The instruments before him
should have been his hunting spear, a grass rope, and bow and
arrow. Rather than tough, confining walls of Harbenite, he
would have preferred the open freedom of the African veldt
where Usha the wind could fill his nostrils with the smell of
the jungle and bring him the far cry of birds on the wing.
He felt no fear, only resentment because the enclosing
walls which crowded him in and blinded him, limiting his
powers. But somewhere ahead was Jane. This was the bridge
he had been forced to cross; these were the instruments
which Gridley had placed in his hands for annihilating the
tremendous gulf that had barred him from her. And now,
somewhere close below him, he believed, she waited for him
to come to her.
Tarzan shook himself in an attempt to alert his faculties
to the unfamiliar task of taking over the controls of the
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