Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
Taking her by the hand I moved to the window through which I had
entered the apartment, but fortunately I reconnoitered before stepping
out into the avenue and it was well for us that I did so, for as I
looked to the right along the face of the building, I saw a green
Martian warrior emerging from the main entrance. Evidently it had been
the rattling of his side arms that we had heard as he moved across the
adjoining apartment to the doorway.
"Is there another exit from this room?" I asked in a low whisper.
"Yes," she replied. "Opposite this window there is a doorway leading
into a corridor. It was open when they brought me in, but they closed
it."
"We shall be better off inside the building than out for a while at
least," I said. "Come!" And together we crossed the apartment, groping
along the wall for the door which I soon located. With the utmost care
I drew it ajar, fearing that its ancient hinges might betray us by
their complaining. Beyond the doorway lay a corridor dark as the depths
of Omean and into this I drew the girl, closing the door silently
behind us. Groping our way to the right away from the apartment
occupied by the green warriors, we moved slowly through a black void
until presently we saw just ahead a faint light, which investigation
revealed as coming through the open doorway of an apartment that faced
upon the central courtyard of the edifice. I was about to pass this
doorway and seek a hiding place further within the remote interior of
the building when my attention was attracted by the squealing of a
thoat in the courtyard beyond the apartment we were passing.
From earliest boyhood I have had a great deal of experience with the
small breed of thoats used as saddle animals by the men of my race and
while I was visiting Tars Tarkas of Thark I became quite familiar with
the methods employed by the green men in controlling their own huge
vicious beasts.
For travel over the surface of the ground the thoat compares to other
methods of land transportation as the one-man scout flier does to all
other ships of the air in aerial navigation. He is as once the swiftest
and the most dangerous, so that, faced as I was with a problem of land
transportation, it was only natural that the squeal of the thoats
should suggest a plan to my mind.
"Why do you hesitate?" asked the girl. "We cannot escape in that
direction since we cannot cross the courtyard."
"On the contrary," I replied, "I believe that in this direction may lie
our surest avenue of escape."
"But their thoats are penned in the courtyard," she remonstrated, "and
green warriors are never far from their thoats."
"It is because the thoats are there that I wish to investigate the
courtyard," I replied.
"The moment they catch our scent," she said, "they will raise a
disturbance that will attract the attention of their masters and we
shall immediately be discovered and captured."
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