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Tarzan on Mars
princess—to be my mate.
She raised her brows. "You created me!" Then she
laughed. "Not unless you are as old as Thuria—"
Tarzan had understood nothing of this conversation
except the man's name, and suddenly he remembered where
he had heard it before.
"Kar Komak!" he exclaimed, unable to express himself
further. This was the man who had taught John Carter the
secret of teleportation. A white-skinned Lotharian—a mental
creation. Perhaps, then, this Tario of the distant tower was a
Lotharian, too, and Kar Komak would know of him.
When the apeman spoke his name, Kar Komak turned
his full attention back upon him. When he looked at Tarzan's
hunting knife, he finally decided in favor of the warrior's code,
after all, and threw his sword aside contemptuously. Drawing
his dagger, he sprang from the dias.
"Die!" he shouted.
But Tarzan was not yet ready to die—nor did he intend
killing his adversary, who had suddenly become precious to
him. He did not even draw his knife, nor did he move from
his position.
Instead, he caught Kar Komak's wrist in one hand and his
throat in the other. His superior strength instantly eliminated
the possibility of a contest. Kar Komak simply met an
irresistible force and came to an abrupt stop. The unimaginable
pressure on his wrist deadened the nerves of his hand so
that he dropped the dagger. The other hand, on his throat,
pressed just hard enough to promise instant death, should he
attempt further violence.
Yet he strained with all his might, pulling at the mighty
arm with his free hand. But he might as well have fought with
a stone statue.
"What manner of man are you!" he gasped. "John Carter,
himself, would be but a child in your hands!"
"He is Tharos Pthan," said La, proudly. She was about to
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