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Next paragraph     John Carter's eyes followed those of Pew Mogel. What he saw made him smile, renewed hope surging over him.
Next paragraph     "Look, Pew Mogel," he cried. "Your flying army is disbanding!"
Next paragraph     The thousands of malagors that had littered the sky with their hairy riders were croaking hoarsely as they scattered in all directions. The apes astride their backs were unable to control their wild fright. The birds were pitching off their riders in wholesale lots, as their great wings flapped furiously to escape that which had suddenly appeared in the sky among them.
Next paragraph     The cause of their wild flight was immediately apparent. The air was filled with parachutes, and dangling from each falling parachute was a three-legged Martian rat-every Martian bird's hereditary foe!
Next paragraph     In the quick glance that he took, Carter could see the creatures tumbling out of the troop ship into which he had loaded them during his absence of the last twenty-four hours.
Next paragraph     His orders were being followed implicitly.
Next paragraph     The rats would soon be landing among Pew Mogel's entrenched troops.
Next paragraph     Now, however, John Carter's attention returned to his own immediate peril.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel swung viciously at the earthman. The blade nicked his shoulder, the blood flowed down his bronzed arm.
Next paragraph     Carter stole another glance down. Those rats would need support when they landed in the trenches.
Next paragraph     Good! Tars Tarkas's green warriors were again racing out of the hills, unhindered now by scathing fire from an enemy above.
Next paragraph     True, the rats when they landed would attack anything in their path; but the green Tharks were mounted on fleet thoats, the apes had no mounts. No malagor would stay within sight of its most hated enemy.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel was backing up now once more near the window. Out of the corner of his eye, Carter caught sight of Kantos Kan's air fleet zooming down towards Pew Mogel's ape legions far below.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel suddenly reached down with his free hand.
Next paragraph     His fingers clutched the microphone that Cater had dropped when Pew Mogel had first rushed at him.
Next paragraph     Now the creature held it to his lips and before the earthman could prevent it he shouted into it.
Next paragraph     "Joog!" He cried, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Next paragraph     The next second, John Carter's blade has severed Pew Mogel's head from his shoulders.
Next paragraph     The earthman dived for the microphone as it fell from the creature's hands; but he was met by Pew Mogel's headless body as it lunged blindly round the room still wielding its gleaming weapons.
Next paragraph     Pew mogel's head rolled about the floor, shrieking wildly as Joog charged forward to obey his master's last command to kill!
Next paragraph     Joog's head jerked back and forth with each enormous stride. John Carter was hurled roughly about the narrow compartment with each step.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel's headless body floundered across the floor still striking out madly with the sword in it's hand.
Next paragraph     "You can't kill me. You can't kill me," shrieked Pew Mogel's head, as it bounced about "I am Ras Thavas's synthetic man. I never die. I never die!"
Next paragraph     The narrow entrance door to the howdah had flopped open as some flying object hit against its bolt.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel's body walked vacantly through the opening and went hurtling down to the ground far below.
Next paragraph     Pew Mogel's head saw and shrieked in dismay; then Carter managed to grab it by the ear and hurl the head out after the body.
Next paragraph     He could hear the thing shrieking all the way down; then its cries ceased suddenly.
Next paragraph     Joog was now fighting furiously with the weapon he had just uprooted.
Next paragraph     "I kill! I kill!" he bellowed as he smacked the huge club against the Helium planes as they drove down over the trenches.
Next paragraph     Although the howdah was rocking violently, Carter clung to the window. He could see the rats landing now by the scores, hurling themselves viciously at the apes in the trenches.
Next paragraph     And Tars Tarkas's green warriors were there now, also. They were fighting gloriously beside their great, four-armed leader.
Next paragraph     Hut Joog's mighty club was mowing down a hundred fighters at a time as he swept it close above the ground. Joog had to be stopped somehow!
Next paragraph     John Carter dove for the microphone that was sliding around the floor. He missed it, dove again. This time his fingers held it.
Next paragraph     "Joog -stop! Stop!" Carter shouted into the microphone. Panting and growling, the great creature ceased his ruthless slaughter. He stood hunched over, the sullen, glaring hatred slowly dying away in his eyes, as the battle continued to rage at his feet.
Next paragraph     The apes were now completely disbanded. They broke over the trenches and ran toward the mountains, pursued by the vicious, snarling rats and the green warriors of Tars Tarkas.
Next paragraph     John Carter could see Kantos Kan's flagship hovering near Joog's head.
Next paragraph     Fearing that Joog might aim an irritated blow at the craft with its precious cargo, the earthman signalled the ship to remain aloft.
Next paragraph     Then his command once again rang into the microphone. "Joog, lie down. Lie down!"
Next paragraph     Like some tired beast of prey, Joog settled down on the ground amid the bodies of those he had killed.
Next paragraph     John Carter leaped out of the howdah onto the ground. He still retained hold of the microphone that was tuned to the shortwave receiving set in Joog's ear.
Next paragraph     "Joog!" shouted Carter again. "Go to Korvas. Go to Korvas."
      The monster glared at the earthman, not ten feet from his face, and snarled.
       
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