EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS
I | Carson Napier | 5 |
II | Off for Mars | 15 |
III | Rushing Toward Venus | 26 |
IV | To the House of the King | 42 |
V | The Girl in the Garden | 53 |
VI | Gathering Tarel | 67 |
VII | By Kamlot’s Grave | 79 |
VIII | On Board the Sofal | 91 |
IX | Soldiers of Liberty | 102 |
X | Mutiny | 111 |
XI | Duare | 123 |
XII | “A Ship!” | 132 |
XIII | Catastrophe | 144 |
XIV | Storm | 155 |
“If a female figure in a white shroud entersyour bedchamber at midnight on the thirteenth day of thismonth, answer this letter; otherwise, do not.”
Having read this far in the letter, I was about to consign itto the wastebasket, where all my crank letters go; but forsome reason I read on, “If she speaks to you, please rememberher words and repeat them to me when you write.” I mighthave read on to the end; but at this juncture the telephonebell rang, and I dropped the letter into one of the baskets onmy desk. It chanced to be the “out” basket; and had eventsfollowed their ordinary course, this would have been thelast of the letter and the incident in so far as I was concerned,for from the “out” basket the letter went to the files.
It was Jason Gridley on the telephone. He seemed excitedand asked me to come to his laboratory at once. As Jasonis seldom excited about anything, I hastened to accede tohis request and satisfy my curiosity. Jumping into my roadster,I soon covered the few blocks that separate us, to learnthat Jason had good grounds for excitement. He had justreceived a radio message from the inner world, from Pellucidar.
On the eve of the departure of the great dirigible, O-220,from the earth’