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Tarzan on Mars
about this great Torquasian camp. The usual quiet of the dark
hours preceding the dawn was absent, and in its place, he
sensed a certain excitement and sleeplessness that seemed
to have invaded the place. In distant windows he caught sight
of moving crowds of green men, and he heard the muffled
undertone of distant loud discussions. Voices were sometimes
raised in argument, sometimes in victorious shouting.
Then, suddenly he came upon a building which was
occupied by red men. He held back in the shadows of the
narrow side street he had entered. Through one of the
windows of a second story, he could see several of them
silhouetted against the radium bulb in the ceiling. Obviously,
they were not prisoners. Neither were they bound nor was
the tone of their voices nor their attitude that of slaves. He
could not hear what they were saying, but he noted the
enthusiasm of their movements and gestures which indicated
anything but dejection or, for that matter, secrecy.
Evidently, then, these men must be in some way allied
with the green horde which had occupied the city. It puzzled
him, but he was determined to proceed with caution and to
forearm himself with information before revealing himself to
anyone—if at all.
At that moment, a red Martian warrior entered the
narrow street behind him without warning. He would have
collided with Kar Komak but for the swift movement of the
latter to one side. As he moved, he tripped the stranger and
was at his neck with his dagger before the other could utter
a sound.
"And you would live to speak at all," Kar Komak told him,
"keep your voice low and answer my questions!" He noticed
that his captive wore the harness of Ptarth, whereas he,
himslef, still wore the unknown borrowed harness of the secret
armies of Tarnath.
The stranger's eyes widened at sight of the dagger at his
throat, but he relaxed slightly when he realized he was not in
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