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Contents (26)
  1. Swords of Mars
  2. Edgar Rice Burroughs
  3. Chapter 1 RAPAS THE ULSIO
  4. Chapter 2 FAL SIVAS
  5. Chapter 3 TRAPPED
  6. Chapter 4 DEATH BY NIGHT
  7. Chapter 5 THE BRAIN
  8. Chapter 6 THE SHIP
  9. Chapter 7 THE FACE IN THE DOORWAY
  10. Chapter 8 SUSPICION
  11. Chapter 9 ON THE BALCONY
  12. Chapter 10 JAT OR
  13. Chapter 11 IN THE HOUSE OF GAR NAL
  14. Chapter 12 "WE BOTH MUST DIE!"
  15. Chapter 13 PURSUED
  16. Chapter 14 ON TO THURIA
  17. Chapter 15 THURIA
  18. Chapter 16 INVISIBLE FOES
  19. Chapter 17 THE CAT-MAN
  20. Chapter 18 CONDEMNED TO DEATH
  21. Chapter 19 OZARA
  22. Chapter 20 WE ATTEMPT ESCAPE
  23. Chapter 21 IN THE TOWER OF DIAMONDS
  24. Chapter 22 IN THE DARK CELL
  25. Chapter 23 THE SECRET DOOR
  26. Chapter 24 BACK TO BARSOOM

"I, too, have paid a price. It has taken something out of me that can never be replaced. I believe, Vandor, that it has robbed me of every human instinct. Except that I am mortal, I am as much a creature of cold insensate formulas as that thing which you see resting there before you. Sometimes, because of that, I hate it; and yet I would die for it. I would see others die for it, countless others, in the future, as I have in the past. It must live. It is the greatest achievement of the human mind."

Chapter 6 THE SHIP

Every one of us, I believe, is possessed of two characters. Oftentimes they are so much alike that this duality is not noticeable, but again there is a divergence so great that we have the phenomenon of a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in a single individual. The brief illuminating self-revealment of Fal Sivas suggested that he might be an example of such wide divergence in character.

He seemed immediately to regret this emotional outburst and turned again to an explanation of his invention.

"Would you like to see the inside of it?" he asked.

"Very much," I replied.

He concentrated his attention again upon the nose of the ship, and presently a door in its side opened and a rope ladder was lowered to the floor of the room.

It was an uncanny procedure—just as though ghostly hands had performed the work.

Fal Sivas motioned me to precede him up the ladder. It was a habit of his to see that no one ever got behind him that bespoke the nervous strain under which he lived, always in fear of assassination.

The doorway led directly into a small, comfortably, even luxuriously furnished cabin.

"The stem is devoted to storerooms where food may be carried for long voyages," explained Fal Sivas. "Also aft are the motors, the oxygen and water-generating machines, and the temperature-regulating plant. Forward is the control room. I believe that that will interest you greatly," and he motioned me to precede him through a small door in the forward bulkhead of the cabin.

The interior of the control room, which occupied the entire nose of the ship, was a mass of intricate mechanical and electrical devices.

On either side of the nose were two large, round ports in which were securely set thick slabs of crystal.

From the exterior of the ship these two ports appeared like the huge eyes of some gigantic monster; and, in truth, this was the purpose they served.

Fal Sivas called my attention to a small, round metal object about the size of a large grapefruit that was fastened securely just above and between the two eyes.

From it ran a large cable composed of a vast number of very small insulated wires. I could see that some of these wires connected with the many devices in the control room, and that others were carried through conduits to the after part of the craft.