READ THE NOVEL- Chapters 1-31 - ERBzine

Tarzan on Mars
Star of Issus an said, "Some day the god will return for his
eye, and only Tarzan is strong enough to capture him and
make him tell where he has hidden La." Well, La had been
found, but the greatest question of all remained.
"Where is my mate?" he suddenly demanded, in tones so
menacing that several of the lesser jeds nearby stepped back
involuntarily.
A fleeting expression of surprise visited Tario's countenance
and then was gone. His lips curved thinly. "Still he
persists in his blasphemy! Then die, o false one!"
Tarzan felt his mind blacking out before a nameless force
that pressed relentlessly upon him now. Yet, there was in him
alone, of all those present, that which could reject the
subtlety of hypnosis, and it was this he grasped at—the raw
primordial, the instinct of the unreasoning beast at bay. The
red haze of his anger swelled upward mightily, struggling
against the quailing reaction of his civilized levels of consciousness.
Tario, and the jungle-nurtured instinct of selfreservation,
forced Tarzan's mind back, back into time, until
he was a savage completely stripped of modern mental
refinements.
This strange Tarmangani, this puny white witch doctor,
had stolen his mate and now threatened his life. For such a
circumstance, there was but one law in all the jungle.
With a sudden, beastly roar of defiance, he flung his
sword from him and bounded up the steps. He pounced upon
Tario, taking his throat in his mighty hands, ready to throttle
the life from him. But, in that instant, animal cunning stayed
him. If he should kill this man, then he might never learn
where the scoundrel had concealed his mate, Jane Clayton.
At the same time, the phantom bowmen aimed a thousand
shafts at the apeman's unprotected back, but as they did
so, Churg lumbered silently into the amphitheater, ignoring
the exclamations of surprise elicited by those who had not
seen him before.
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