The Connecticut labor news., 1921-09-23
CHAPTER XIV-(Continued)

The splendid fellow sprang to his feet and, grasping me by the shOul- der, raised his sword on high. ex- claiming:
 And had the choice been left to me l could not have chosen a more fitting mate for the first princess of BarsOOm. Here is my hand upon your shoulder, John Carter, and my word that Sab Than shall go out at the point of my sword for the sake of my love for Helium, for Dejah Thoris, and for you. This very night shall try to reach his quarters ir the palace.
 Il only need to pass these guards and l can do it. I know a secret en- trance to the palace through the pin nacle of the highest tower. I fell upon it by chance one day as 1 was passing above the palace on patrol duty. If I can reach the roof of the barracks and get my machine I can be in Sab Than's quarters in five minutes; but how am I to escape from this building, guard ed as you say it is?'
 "Go to the roof of this building. Kantos Kan, and wait me there." Without stopping to explain my plans retraced my way to the street and hastened to the barracks. I did not dare to enter the building, filled as it was with members of the air-scout squadron, who, in common with all ZOdanga, were on the lookout for me.
 The building was an enormous one, rearing it's lofty head fully a thousand feet into the air. It was a long climb up the face of the building, but there was no other way, and so l essayed the task. The fact that Barsoomian architecture is extremely ornate made the feat much simpler than l had an cipated, since I found ornamental ledges and projections which fairly formed a perfect ladder for me all the way to the caves of the building. Here I met my first real obstacle. The caves projected nearly twenty feet from the wall to which I clung, and though I encircled the great building I could find no opening through them.
 There was one slight, desperate chance, and that decided must take it was for Dejah Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk thou sand deaths for such as she.
 Clinging to the wall with my feet and one hand I unloosened one of the long leather straps of my trappings at the end of which dangled a great hook by which air sailors are hung to the sides and bottoms of their craft for various purposes of repair, and by means of which landing parties are lowered to the ground from the battle ships.
 I swung this hook cautiously to the roof several times before it finally found lodgment; gently I pulled on it to strengthen it's hold, but whether it would bear the weight of my body dtd not know. It might be barely caught upon the very outer verge of the roof, so that as my body swung out at the end of the strap it would slip off and launch me to the pavement d thousand feet below.
 An instant hesitated. and then, re- leasing my grasp upon the supporting ornament, I swung out into space at the end of the strap. Far below me lay the brilliantly lighted streets, the hard pavements, and death. There was q little jerk at the top of the support ing caves, and a nasty slipping, grar- ing sound which turned me cold with apprehension then the hook caught and I was safe.
 Clambering quickly alOft l graspeq the edge of the caves and drew myselS to the surface of the room above. AS gained my feet was confronted by the sentry on duty, into the muzzle of whose revolver I found myself looking.
 "Who are you and whence came yOu?" he cried.
 "I am an air scout, friend, and very near a dead one, for just by the merest
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