Llana of Gathol bs-10

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

  The day was practically gone by the time I had cleaned every part of the engine thoroughly and reassembled it; then I started it; and the sweet, almost noiseless and vibrationless, hum of it was music to my ears. I had a ship-a ship that would fly!

  One man can operate such a ship, but of course he can't fight with it. Where, however, could I get men? I didn't want just any men; I wanted good fighting men who would just as lief fight against Hin Abtol as not.

  Pondering this problem I went to my cabin to clean up; it looked spick-and-span.

  Fo-nar had done a good job; he had also laid out the harness and metal of a dwar-doubtless the property of the late commander. Bathed and properly garbed, I felt like a new man as I stepped out onto the upper deck. Fo-nar snapped to attention and saluted.

  "Fo-nar," I said, "are you a Panar?"

  "I should say not," he replied with some asperity. "I am from Jahar originally, but now I have no country-I am a panthan."

  "You were there during the reign of Tul Axtar?" I asked.

  "Yes," he replied; "it was on his account that I became an exile-I tried to kill him, and I got caught; I just barely escaped with my life. I cannot go back so long as he is alive."

  "You can go back, then," I said; "Tul Axtar is dead."

  How do you know, sir?"

  "I know the man who killed him."

  "Just my luck!" exclaimed Fo-nar; "now that I might go back, I can't."

  "Why can't you?"

  "For the same reason, sir, that where ever you are from you'll never go back, unless you are from Panar, which I doubt."

  "No, I am not from Panar," I said; "but what makes you think I won't go back to my own country?"

  "Because no one upon whom Hin Abtol gets his hands ever escapes, other than through death."

  Chapter 7

  "Oh, come, Fo-nar," I said; "that is ridiculous. What is to prevent either one of us from deserting?"

  "If we deserted here," he replied, "we would immediately be picked up by the Gatholians and killed; after this campaign is over, we will not make a landing until we reach Panar; and from Panar there is no escape. Hin Abtol's ships never stop at a friendly city, where one might find an opportunity to escape; for there are no cities friendly to Hin Abtol. He attacks every city that he believes he can take, sacks it, and flies away with all the loot he can gather and with as many prisoners as his ships will carry-mostly men; they say he has a million now, and that he plans eventually to conquer Helium and then all of Barsoom. He took me prisoner when he sacked Raxar on his way down from Panar to Gathol; I was serving there in the army of the jed."

  "You would like to return to Jahar?" I asked.

  "Certainly," he replied. "My mate is there, if she still lives; I have been gone twenty years."

  "You feel no loyalty toward Hin Abtol?"

  "Absolutely none," he replied; "why?"

  "I think I can tell you. I have the same power that all Barsoomians have of being able to read the mind of another when he happens to be off guard; and a couple of times, Fo-nar, your subconscious mind has dropped its guard and permitted me to read your thoughts; I have learned several things about you. One is that you are constantly wondering about me-who I am and whether I am to be trusted. For another thing, I have learned that you despise the Panars. I also discovered that you were no common warrior in Jahar, but a dwar in the jeddak's service-you were thinking about that when you first saw me in the metal and harness of a dwar."

  Fo-nar smiled. "You read well," he said; "I must be more careful. You read much better than I do, or else you guard your thoughts more jealously than I; for I have not been able to obtain even the slightest inkling of what is passing in your mind."

  "No man has ever been able to read my mind," I said, and that is very strange, too, and quite inexplicable. The Martians have developed mind reading to a point where it is a fine art, but none has ever been able to read my mind. Perhaps that is because it is the mind of an Earth man, and may account for the fact that telepathy has not advanced far on our planet.

  "You are fortunate," said Fo-nar; "but please go on and tell me what you started to."

  "Well," I said, "in the first place, I have repaired the engine-the Dusar can now fly."

  "Good!" exclaimed Fo-nar. "I said you were no Panar; they are the stupidest people in the world. No Panar could ever have repaired it; all they can do is let things go to wrack and ruin. Go on."

  "Now we need a crew. Can we find from fifteen to twenty-five men whom we can trust and who can fight-men who will follow me anywhere I lead them to win their freedom from Hin Abtol?"

  "I can find you all the men you need," replied Fo-nar.

  "Get busy then," I said; "you are now First Padwar of the Dusar."

  "I am getting up in the world again," said Fo-nar, laughing. "I'll start out immediately, but don't expect a miracle-it may take a little time to find the right men."

  "Have them report to the ship after dark, and tell them to be sure that no one sees them. What can we do about that sentry at the foot of the ladder?"

  "The one who was on duty when you came aboard is all right," said Fo-nar; "he'll come with us. He's on from the eighth to the ninth zodes, and I'll tell the men to come at that time."

  "Good luck, padwar!" I said, as he went overside.

  The remainder of the day dragged slowly. I spent some time in my cabin looking through the ship's papers. Barsoomian ships keep a log just as Earth ships do, and I occupied several hours looking through the log of the Dusar. The ship had been captured four years before while on a scientific expedition to the Arctic, since then, under Panar commanders, the log had been very poorly kept. Some times there were no entries for a week, and those that were made were unprofessional and sloppy; the more I learned about the Panars the less I liked them-and to think that the creature who ruled them aspired to conquer a world!

  About the end of the seventh zode Fo-nar returned. "I had much better luck than I anticipated," he said; "every man I approached knew three or four he could vouch for; so it didn't take long to get twenty-five. I think, too, that I have just the man for Second Padwar. He was a padwar in the army of Helium, and has served on many of her ships."

  "What is his name?" I asked. I have known many men from Helium."

  "He is Tan Hadron of Hastor," replied Fo-nar.

  Tan Hadron of Hastor! Why, he was one of my finest officers. What ill luck could have brought him to the navy of Hin Abtol?

  "Tan Hadron of Hastor," I said aloud; "the name sounds a little familiar; it is possible that I knew him." I did not wish anyone to know that I was John Carter, Prince of Helium; for if it became known, and I was captured, Hin Abtol could have wrested an enormous ransom from Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium and grandfather of my mate, Dejah Thoris.

  Immediately after the eighth zode, warriors commenced to come aboard the Dusar.

  I had instructed Fo-nar to immediately send them below to their quarters, for I feared that too much life on the deck of the Dusar might attract attention; I had also told him to send Tan Hadron to my cabin as soon as he came aboard.

  About half after the eighth zode someone scratched on my door; and when I bade him enter, Tan Hadron stepped into the cabin. My red skin and Panar harness deceived him, and he did not recognize me.

  "I am Tan Hadron of Hastor," he said; "Padwar Fo-nar instructed me to report to you."

  "You are not a Panar?" I asked.

  He stiffened. "I am a Heliumite from the city of Hastor," he said, proudly.

  "Where is Hastor?" I asked.

  He looked surprised at such ignorance. "It lies directly south of Greater Helium sir; about five hundred haads. You will pardon me," he added, "but I understood from Padwar Fo-nar that you knew many men from Helium, and so I imagined that you had visited the empire; in fact he gave me to understand that you had served in our navy."

  "That is neither here nor there," I said. "Fo-nar has recommended you for the post of Second Padwar aboard the Dusar. You will have to
serve me faithfully and follow where ever I lead; your reward will consist of your freedom from Hin Abtol."

  I could see that he was a little bit skeptical about the whole proposition now that he had met me-a man who had never heard of Hastor couldn't amount to much; but he touched the hilt of his sword and said that he would follow me loyally.

  "Is that all, sir?" he asked.

  "Yes," I said; "for the time being. After the men are all aboard I shall have them mustered below deck, and at that time I shall name the officers; please be there."

  He saluted, and turned to go.

  "Oh, by the way," I called to him, "how is Tavia?"

  At that he wheeled about as though he had been shot, and his eyes went wide.

  "What do you know of Tavia, sir?" he demanded. Tavia is his mate.

  "I know that she is a very lovely girl, and that I can't understand why you are not back in Hastor with her; or are you stationed in Helium now?"

  He came a little closer, and looked at me intently. As a matter of fact, the light was not very good in my cabin, or he would have recognized me sooner.

  Finally his jaw dropped, and then he unbuckled his sword and threw it at my feet. "John Carter!" he exclaimed.

  "Not so loud, Hadron," I cautioned; "no one here knows who I am; and no one must, but you."

  "You had a good time with me, didn't you, sir?" he laughed.

  "It has been some time since I have had anything to laugh about," I said; "so I hope you will forgive me; now tell me about yourself and how you got into this predicament."

  "Perhaps half the navy of Helium is looking for Llana of Gathol and you," he said. "Rumors of the whereabouts of one or the other of you have come from all parts of Barsoom. Like many another officer I was scouting for you or Llana in a one man flier. I had bad luck, sir; and here I am. One of Hin Abtol's ships shot me down, and then landed and captured me."

  "Llana of Gathol and I, with two companions, were also shot down by one of Hin Abtol's ships," I told him. "While I was searching for food, they were captured, presumably by some of Hin Abtol's warriors, as we landed behind their lines. We must try to ascertain, if possible, where Llana is; then we can plan intelligently. Possibly some of our recruits may have information; see what you can find out."

  He saluted and left my cabin. It was good to know that I had such a man as Tan Hadron of Hastor as one of my lieutenants.

  Chapter 8

  Shortly after Tan Hadron left my cabin, Fo-nar entered to report that all but one of the recruits had reported and that he had the men putting the flier in shipshape condition. He seemed a little bit worried about something, and I asked him what it was.

  "It's about this warrior who hasn't reported," he replied. "The man who persuaded him to join up is worried, too. He said he hadn't known him long, but since he came aboard the Dusar he's met a couple of men who know the fellow well; and they say he's an ulsio."

  "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," I said. "If this man talks and arouses suspicion, we may have to take off in a hurry. Have you assigned each man to his station?"

  "Tan Hadron is doing that now," he replied. "I think we have found a splendid officer in that man."

  "I am sure of it," I agreed. "Be sure that four men are detailed to cut the cables instantly, if it becomes necessary for us to make a quick getaway."

  When on the ground, the larger Martian fliers are moored to four deadmen, one on either side at the bow and one on either side at the stern. Unless a ship is to return to the same anchorage, these deadmen are dug up and taken aboard before she takes off. In the event of forced departure, such as I anticipated might be necessary in our case, the cables attached to the deadmen are often cut.

  Fo-nar hadn't been gone from my cabin five minutes before he came hurrying in again. "I guess we're in for it, sir," he said; "Odwar Phor San is coming aboard! That missing recruit is with him; he must have reported all he knew to Phor San."

  "When the odwar comes aboard, bring him down to my cabin; and then order the men to their stations; see that the four men you have detailed for that duty stand by the mooring cables with axes; ask Tan Hadron to start the engine and stand by to take off; post a man outside my cabin door to pass the word to take off when I give the signal; I'll clap my hands twice."

  Fo-nar was gone only a couple of minutes before he returned. "He won't come below," he reported; "he's storming around up there like a mad thoat, demanding to have the man brought on deck who gave orders to recruit a crew for the Dusar."

  "Is Tan Hadron at the controls ready to start the engine?" I asked.

  "He is," replied Fo-nar.

  "He will start them, then, as soon as I come on deck; at the same time post your men at the mooring cables; tell them what the signal will be."

  I waited a couple of minutes after Fo-nar had left; then I went on deck. Phor San was stamping up and down, evidently in a terrible rage; he was also a little drunk.

  I walked up to him and saluted. "Did you send for me, sir?" I asked.

  "Who are you?" he demanded.

  "Dwar commanding the Dusar, sir," I replied.

  "Who said so?" he yelled. "Who assigned you to this ship? Who assigned you to any ship?"

  "You did, sir."

  "I?" he screamed. "I never saw you before. You are under arrest. Arrest him!" He turned to a warrior at his elbow-my missing recruit, as I suspected-and started to speak to him again.

  "Wait a minute," I said; "look at this; here's a written order over your own signature assigning me to the command of the Dusar." I held the order up where he could read it in the bright light of Mars' two moons.

  He looked surprised and a little crestfallen for just a moment; then he blustered, "It's a forgery! Anyway, it didn't give you authority to recruit warriors for the ship." He was weakening.

  "What good is a fighting ship without warriors?" I demanded.

  "You don't need warriors on a ship that won't fly, you idiot," he came back.

  "You thought you were pretty cute, getting me to sign that order; but I was a little cuter-I knew the Dusar wouldn't fly."

  "Well, then, why all the fuss, sir?" I asked.

  "Because you're plotting something; I don't know what, but I'm going to find out-getting men aboard this ship secretly at night! I rescind that order, and I place you under arrest."

  I had hoped to get him off the ship peaceably, for I wanted to make sure of Llana's whereabouts before taking off. One man had told me that he had heard that she was on a ship bound for Pankor, but that was not definite. I also wished to know if Hin Abtol was with her.

  "Very well, Phor San," I said; "now let me tell you something. I am in command of this ship, and I intend to stay in command. I'll give you and this rat here three seconds to get over the side, for the Dusar will take off in three seconds," and then I clapped my hands twice.

  Phor San laughed a sneering laugh. "I told you it wouldn't fly," he said; "now come along! If you won't come quietly, you'll be taken;" he pointed overside. I looked, and saw a strong detachment of warriors marching toward the Dusar; at the same time, the Dusar rose from the ground.

  Phor San stood in front of me, gloating. "What are you going to do now?" he demanded.

  "Take you for a little ride, Phor San," I replied, and pointed overside.

  He took one look, and then ran to the rail. His warriors were looking up at him in futile bewilderment. Phor San shouted to the padwar commanding them, "Order the Okar to pursue and take this ship!" The Okar was his flagship.

  "Perhaps you'd like to come down to my cabin and have a little drink," I suggested, the liquor of the former commander being still there. "You go with him," I ordered the recruit who had betrayed us; "you will find liquor in one of the cabinets;" then I went to the bridge. On the way, I sent a warrior to summon Fo-nar. I told Tan Hadron to circle above the line of ships; and when Fo-nar reported, I gave him his orders, and he went below.

  "We can't let them take to the air," I told Tan Hadron; "this is
not a fast ship, and if several of them overhauled us we wouldn't have a chance."

  Following my orders, Tan Hadron flew low toward the first ship on the line; it was the Okar, and she was about to take off. I signalled down to Fo-nar, and an instant later there was a terrific explosion aboard the Okar-our first bomb had made a clean hit! Slowly we moved down the line, dropping our bombs; but before we had reached the middle of it, ships at the lower end were taking off and projectiles were bursting around us from the ground batteries.

  "It's time we got out of here," I said to Tan Hadron. He opened the throttle wide then, and the Dusar rose rapidly in a zig-zag course.

  Our own guns were answering the ground batteries, and evidently very effectively, for we were not hit once. I felt that we had come out of the affair so far very fortunately. We hadn't disabled as many ships as I had hoped that we I might, and there were already several in the air which would doubtless pursue us; I could see one ship on our tail already, but she was out of range and apparently not gaining on us rapidly, if at all.

  I told Tan Hadron to set his course due north, and then I sent for Fo-nar and told him to muster all hands on deck; I wanted a chance to look over my crew and explain what our expedition involved. There was time for this now, while no ships were within range of us, which might not be true in a short time.

  The men came piling up from below and from their stations on deck. They were, for the most part, a hardbitten lot, veterans, I should say, of many a campaign.

  As I looked them over I could see that they were sizing me up; they were probably wondering more about me than I was about them, for I was quite sure what they would do if they thought they could get the upper hand of me-I'd «fall» overboard, and they would take over the ship, then they'd quarrel among themselves as to what they would do with it and where they would fly it; in the end, half a dozen of the hardiest would survive, make for the nearest city, sell the Dusar, and have a wild orgy-if they didn't wreck her before.