JC 11 - Llana of Gathol by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Author:Edgar Rice Burroughs
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-03-11T12:25:52+00:00

Chapter 2

That was a good little ship—staunch and swift, as are all the ships of the Black Pirates of Barsoom—and it carried us past the farthest camp fires before it finally settled to the ground just at dawn. We were close to a small forest of sorapus trees, and I thought it best to take shelter there until we could reconnoiter a bit.

“What luck”’ exclaimed Llana, disgustedly, “and just when I was so sure that we were practically safe and sound in Gathol.”

“What do we do now?” asked Pan Dan Chee.

“Our fate is in the hands of our ancestors,” said Jad-han.

“But we won’t leave it there,” I assured them; “I feel that I am much more competent to direct my own fate than are my ancestors, who have been dead for many years. Furthermore, I am much more interested in it than they.”

“I think perhaps you are on the right track there,” said Llana, laughing, “although I wouldn’t mind leaving my fate in the hands of my living ancestors—and now, just what is one of them going to do about it?”

“First I am going to find something to eat,” I replied, “and then I am going to try to find out who were warming themselves at those fires last night; they might be friends, you know.”

“I doubt it,” said Llana; “but if they are friends, then Gathol is in the hands of enemies.”

“We should know very shortly; and now you three remain here while I go and see if anything edible grows in this forest. Keep a good lookout.”

I walked into the forest, looking for roots or herbs and that life-giving plant, the mantalia, the milk-like sap of which has saved me from death by thirst or starvation on many an occasion. But that forest seemed to be peculiarly barren of all forms of edible things, and I passed all the way through it and out upon the other side without finding anything that even a starving man would try to eat.

Beyond the forest, I saw some low hills; and that gave me renewed hope, as in some little ravine, where moisture might be held longest, I should doubtless find something worth taking back to my companions.

I had crossed about half the distance from the forest to the hills when I heard the unmistakable clank of metal and creaking of leather behind me; and, turning, saw some twenty red men mounted on riding thoats approaching me at a gallop, the nailless, padded feet of their mounts making no sound on the soft vegetation which covered the ground.

Facing them, I drew my sword; and they drew rein a few yards from me. “Are you men of Gathol?” I asked.

“Yes,” replied one of them.

“Then I am a friend,” I said.

The fellow laughed. “No Black Pirate of Barsoom is any friend of ours,” he shot back.

For the moment I had forgotten the black pigment with which I had covered every inch of my face and body as a disguise to assist me in effecting my escape from the Black Pirates of the Valley of the First Born.

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