Contents ( 26)
- Swords of Mars
- Edgar Rice Burroughs
- Chapter 1 RAPAS THE ULSIO
- Chapter 2 FAL SIVAS
- Chapter 3 TRAPPED
- Chapter 4 DEATH BY NIGHT
- Chapter 5 THE BRAIN
- Chapter 6 THE SHIP
- Chapter 7 THE FACE IN THE DOORWAY
- Chapter 8 SUSPICION
- Chapter 9 ON THE BALCONY
- Chapter 10 JAT OR
- Chapter 11 IN THE HOUSE OF GAR NAL
- Chapter 12 "WE BOTH MUST DIE!"
- Chapter 13 PURSUED
- Chapter 14 ON TO THURIA
- Chapter 15 THURIA
- Chapter 16 INVISIBLE FOES
- Chapter 17 THE CAT-MAN
- Chapter 18 CONDEMNED TO DEATH
- Chapter 19 OZARA
- Chapter 20 WE ATTEMPT ESCAPE
- Chapter 21 IN THE TOWER OF DIAMONDS
- Chapter 22 IN THE DARK CELL
- Chapter 23 THE SECRET DOOR
- Chapter 24 BACK TO BARSOOM
I walked quickly to the jar and picked it up; and as I turned back toward the others, I saw Ur Jan standing wide-eyed staring at the door.
"What's the matter, Ur Jan?" I asked. "You look as though you had seen a ghost."
"I saw her!" he exclaimed. "I saw her. Ghost or no ghost, I saw her."
"Good!" ejaculated Jat Or; "now we are all free from that damnable spell."
"Give me a good sword," growled Ur Jan; "and well soon be free of the castle, too."
"We've got to get out of this room first," Gar Nal reminded him.
"I think we have the means of escape here, in this jar," I told them. "Come, we might as well eat the food, as long as we have it, and see what we find in the bottom of the jar."
The others gathered around me, and we started to empty the jar in the most pleasurable fashion; nor had we gone deep into it before I discovered three files, and with these we immediately set to work upon the bars of one of our windows.
"Don't cut them all the way through," I cautioned; "just weaken three of them so that we can pull them aside when the time arrives."
The metal of which the bars were constructed was either some element unknown upon Earth or Barsoom. or an equally mysterious alloy. It was very hard. In fact, it seemed at first that it was almost as hard as our files; but at last they commenced to bite into it, yet I saw that it was going to be a long, hard job.
We worked upon those bars all that night and all of the following day.
When slaves brought our food, two of us stood looking out of the window, our hands grasping the bars so as to cover up the evidence of our labors; and thus we succeeded in finishing the undertaking without being apprehended.
Night fell. The time was approaching when I might put to trial the one phase of my plan that was the keystone upon which the success of the entire adventure must rest. If it failed, all our work upon the bars would be set for naught, our hopes of escape practically blasted. I had not let the others know what I purposed attempting, and I did not now acquaint them with the doubts and fears that assailed me.
Ur Jan was at the window looking out. "We can pull these bars away whenever we wish," he said, "but I do not see what good that is going to do us. If we fastened all our harnesses together, they would not reach to the castle roof below us. It looks to me as though we had had all our work for nothing."
"Go over there and sit down," I told him, "and keep still. All of you keep still; do not speak or move until I tell you to."
Of them all, only Jat Or could have guessed what I purposed attempting, yet they all did as I had bid them.