Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-06-30
THE COPS OF MARS
Sequel to Under the Moons Of Mars"
equeI to Under the Moons Of Mar"

Who are your" whispered the woman
VINO mad first suggested that / attempt to
bind Thurd
Il am citizen Of two worlds-Captaln
John Carter, Of Virginia, Prince of the
House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak Of Helium
rake this man to your goddess, as l have
said, and tell her, too, that as I have done
to xodar and Thurld. SO also can do
TO the mightlest of her dators with naked
hands, with longsword, or with short
sword. challenge the flower of her fight
ing men to combat"
Come" said the officer who was guard
Ing me back to Shador my orders are
imperative; there Is to be no delay. xodar,
come you also"
There was little Of disrespect in the tone
that the man used in addressing either
&odar or myself 1t was evident that he
felt less contempt for the former dator since
he had witnessed the ease with which l
disposed of the powerful Thurid.
That his respect for me was greater
than 1t should have been for a slave was
quite apparent from the fact that during
the remainder of the return journey he
walked or stood always behind me- a drawn
short sword in his hand
The return to the sea of omean was un-
eventful. We dropped down the awful shaft
In the same car that had brought us to
the surface. There we entered the sub
marine, taking the long dive to the tun-
mel far beneath the upper world. Then
through the tunnel, and up again to the
pool from which we had had our first in
PRODUCTION to the wonderful passageway
from Omean to the Temple of Issus
From the island of the submarine we
were transported on a small cruiser to the
distant Isle of Shador Here we found
n small stone prison and guard Of half
II dozen blacks. There was no ceremony
wasted in completing our Incarceration
nF tha iorlfc nYNnn hn Df thp
prison with huge key we walked in, the
door closed behind us, the lock grated, and
with the sound there swept over me again
that terrible feeling of hopelessness that
had felt In the chamber of mystery in the
golden cliffs beneath the gardens Of the holy
therns.
Then Tars Tarkas had been with me, but
now was utterly alone in so far as friendly
companlonship was concerned. fell TO
wondering about the fate of the great
Thark and of his beautiful companion, the
girl, Thuvia. Even should they by some
miracle have escaped and been received and
spared by friendly nation. what hope had
| of the succor which / knew they would
gladly extend if 1t lay in their power?
They could not guess my whereabouts or
my fate, for none on all Barsoom dreamed
of such a place as this. Nor would 1t have
advantaged me any had they known the
exact location of my prison, for who could
hope to penetrate to this buried sea In the
face of the mighty navy Of the First Born?
No my case was hopeless.
Well, | would make the best of 1t, and
rising, | swept aside the brooding despair
chat had been endeavoring to claim me-
with the idea of exploring my prison, l
started to look around.
Xodar sat with bowed head upon low
stone bench near the centre of the room In
which we were. He had not spoken since
Issus had degraded him.
The building was rooness. the walls rising
to a height of about 80 feet. Halfway up
were a couple of small, heavily barred win
dows The prison was divided into several
rooms by partitions 20 feet high. There was
no one in the room which we occupied, but
two doors which led TO other rooms were
open.
entered one of these rooms, but found
II vacant Thus I continued through sew
eral of the chambers until. in the last one,
/ found young red Martian boy sleeping
upon the stone bench which constituted the
only furniture of any of the prison cells
Evidently he was the only other prisoner,
AS he slept | leaned over and looked at
him. There was something strangely ia