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Next paragraph     In solitary confinement unrelieved by even a suggestion of light, one is thrown entirely upon the resources of one's thoughts for mitigation of absolute boredom, such boredom as sometimes leads to insanity for those of weak wills and feeble nerves. But my thoughts were pleasant thoughts. I envisaged Dejah Thoris safely bound for a friendly country in an invisible ship which would be safe from capture, and I felt that three of those who accompanied her would be definitely friendly and that one of them, U Dan, might be expected to lay down his life to protect her were that ever necessary. As to Vorion, I could not even guess what his attitude toward her would be.
Next paragraph     My own situation gave me little concern. I will admit that it looked rather hopeless, but I had been in tight places before and yet managed to survive and escape. I still lived, and while life is in me I never give up hope. I am a confirmed optimist, which, I think, gives me an attitude of mind that more often than not commands what we commonly term the breaks of life.
Next paragraph     Fortunately, I was not long confined in that dark cell. I slept once, for how long I do not know; and I was very hungry when a detail of warriors came to take me away, hungry and thirsty, for they had given me neither food nor water while I had been confined.
Next paragraph     I was not taken before Bandolian this time, but to one of his officers, a huge skeleton that continually opened and closed its jaws with a snapping and grinding sound. The creature was Death incarnate. From the way he questioned me, I concluded that he must be the lord high inquisitor. In silence, he eyed me from those seemingly hollow sockets for a full minute before he spoke; then he bellowed at me.
Next paragraph     "Thing," he shouted, "for even a small part of what you have done you deserve death-death after torture."
Next paragraph     "You don't have to shout at me," I said; "I am not deaf."
Next paragraph     That enraged him, and he pounded upon his desk. "For impudence and disrespect it will go harder with you."
Next paragraph     "I cannot show respect when I do not feel respect," I told him. "I respect only those who command my respect. I surely could not respect a bag of bones with an evil disposition."
Next paragraph     I do not know why I deliberately tried to infuriate him. Perhaps it is just a weakness of mine to enjoy baiting enemies whom I think contemptible. It is, I admit, a habit fraught with, danger; and, perhaps, a stupid habit; but I have found that it sometimes so disconcerts an enemy as to give me a certain advantage. In this instance I was at least successful in part: the creature was so furious that for some time it remained speechless; then it leaped to its feet with drawn sword.
Next paragraph     My situation was far from enviable. I was unarmed, and the creature facing me was in an uncontrollable rage. In addition to all this, there were four or five other Morgors in the room, two of whom were holding my arms, one on either side. I was as helpless as a sheep in an abattoir. But as my would-be executioner came around the end of his desk to spit me on his blade, another Morgor entered the room.
Next paragraph     The newcomer took in the situation at a glance, and shouted, "Stop, Gorgum!" The thing coming for me hesitated a moment then he dropped his point.
Next paragraph     "The creature deserves death," Gorgum said, sullenly. "It defied and insulted me me, an officer of the Great Bandolian!"
Next paragraph     "Vengeance belongs to Bandolian," said the other, "and he has different plans for this insolent worm. What has your questioning developed?"
Next paragraph     "He has been so busy screaming at me that he has had no time to question me," I said.
Next paragraph     "Silence, low one I," snapped the newcomer. "I can well understand," he said to Gorgum, "that your patience must have been sorely tried; but we must respect the wishes of the Great Bandolian. Proceed with the investigation."
Next paragraph     Gorgum returned his sword to its scabbard and reseated himself at his desk. "What is your name?" he demanded.
Next paragraph     "John Carter, Prince of Helium," I replied. A scribe at Gorgum's side scribbled in a large book. I supposed that he was recording the question and the answer. He kept this up during the entire interview.
Next paragraph     "How did you and the other conspirators escape from the cell in which you were confined?" Gorgum asked.
Next paragraph     "Through the doorway," I replied.
Next paragraph     "That is impossible. The door was locked when you were placed in the cell. It was locked at the time your absence was discovered."
Next paragraph     "If you know so much, why bother to question me?"
Next paragraph     Gorgum's jaws snapped and ground, more viciously than ever. "You see, Horur," he said angrily, turning to the other officer, "the insolence of the creature."
Next paragraph     "Answer the noble Gorgum's question," Horur snapped at me. "How did you pass through a locked door?"
Next paragraph     "It was not locked."
Next paragraph     "It was locked," shouted Gorgum.
Next paragraph     I shrugged. "What is the use?" I asked. "It is a waste of time to answer the questions of one who knows more about the subject than I, notwithstanding the fact that he was not there."
Next paragraph     "Tell me, then, in your own words how you escaped from the cell," said Horur in a less irritating tone of voice. "We picked the lock."
Next paragraph     "That would have been impossible," bellowed Gorgum.
Next paragraph     "Then we are still in the cell," I said. "Perhaps you had better go and look."
Next paragraph     "We are getting nowhere," snapped Horur.
Next paragraph     "Rapidly," I agreed.
Next paragraph     "I shall question the prisoner," said Horur. "We concede that you did escape from the cell."
Next paragraph     "Rather shrewd of you."
Next paragraph     He ignored the comment. "I cannot see that the means you adopted are of great importance. What we really wish to know is where your accomplices and the two female prisoners are now. Multis Par says that they escaped in a ship-probably one of our own which was stolen from a flying field."
Next paragraph     "I do not know where they are."
Next paragraph     "Do you know where they planned to go?"
Next paragraph     "If I did, I would not tell you."
Next paragraph     "I command you to answer me, on pain of death."
Next paragraph     I laughed at the creature. "You intend to kill me anyway; so your threat finds me indifferent."
Next paragraph     Horur kept his temper much better than had Gorgum, but I could see that he was annoyed. "You could preserve your life if you were more co-operative," he said. "Great Bandolian asks but little of you. Tell us where your accomplices intended going and promise to aid Great Bandolian in his conquest of Helium, and your life will be spared."
Next paragraph     "No," I said.
Next paragraph     "Wait," urged Horur. "Bandolian will go even further. Following our conquest of Helium, he will permit you and your mate to return to that country and he will give you a high office in the new government he intends to establish there. If you refuse, you shall be destroyed; your mate will be hunted down and, I promise you, she will be found. Her fate will be infinitely worse than death. You had better think it over."
Next paragraph     "I do not need to think over such a proposition. I can give you a final answer on both counts-my irrevocable answer. It is-never!"
Next paragraph     If Horur had had a lip, he would doubtless have bitten it. He looked at me for a long minute, then he said, "Fool!" after which he turned to Gorgum. "Have it placed with those who are being held for the next class;" then he left the room.
Next paragraph     I was now taken to a building located at some distance from those in which I had previously been incarcerated, and placed in a large cell with some twenty other prisoners, all of whom were Savators.
Next paragraph     "What have we here?" demanded one of my fellow prisoners after my escort had left and locked the door. "A man with a red skin! He is no Savator. What are you, fellow?" I did not like the looks of him, nor his tone of voice. I was not seeking trouble with those with whom I was to be imprisoned and with whom I was probably destined to die; so I walked away from the fellow and sat down on a bench in another part of the chamber, which was quite large. But the fool followed me and stood in front of me in a truculent attitude.
Next paragraph     "I asked you what you were," he said, threateningly; "and when Pho Lar asks you a question, see that you answer it and quickly. I am top man here." He looked around at the others. "That's right, isn't it?" he demanded of them.
Next paragraph     There were some sullen, affirmative grunts. I could see at once that the fellow was unpopular. He appeared a man of considerable muscular development; and his reception of me, a newcomer among them, testified to the fact that he was a bully. It was evident that be had the other prisoners cowed.
Next paragraph     "You seem to be looking for trouble, Lo Phar," I said; "but I am not. I am already in enough trouble."
Next paragraph     "My name is Pho Lar, fellow," he barked.
Next paragraph     "What difference does it make? You would stink by any name." The other prisoners immediately took interested notice. Some of them grinned.
Next paragraph     "I see that I shall have to put you in your place," said Pho Lar, advancing toward me angrily.
Next paragraph     "I do not want any trouble with you," I said. "It is bad enough to be imprisoned, without quarrelling with fellow prisoners."
Next paragraph     "You are evidently a coward," said Pho Lar; "so, if you will get down on your knees and ask my pardon, I shall not harm you."
Next paragraph     I had to laugh at that, which made the fellow furious; yet he hesitated to attack me. I realized then that he was a typical bully, yellow at heart. However, to save his face, he would probably attack me if he could not bluff me. "Don't make me angry," he said. "When I am angry I do not know my own strength. I might kill you."
Next paragraph     "I wonder if this would make you angry," I said, and slapped him across the cheek with my open palm. I slapped him so hard that he nearly fell down. I could have slapped him harder. This staggered him more than physically. The blood rushed to his blue face until it turned purple. He was in a spot. He had started something; and if he were to hold his self-appointed position as top man, as he had described himself, he would have to finish it. The other prisoners had now all arisen and formed a half circle about us. They looked alternately at Pho Lar and at me in eager anticipation.
Next paragraph     Pho Lar had to do something about that slap in the face. He rushed at me and struck out clumsily. As I warded off his blows, I realized that he was a very powerful man; but he lacked science, and I was sure that he lacked guts. I determined to teach him a lesson that he would not soon forget. I could have landed a blow in the first few seconds of our encounter that would have put him to sleep, but I preferred to play with him.
Next paragraph     I countered merely with another slap in the face. He came back with a haymaker that I ducked; then I slapped him again a little harder this time.
Next paragraph     "Good work!" exclaimed one of the prisoners.
Next paragraph     "Go to it, red man!" cried another.
Next paragraph     "Kill him!" shouted a third.
Next paragraph     Pho Lar tried to clinch; but I caught one of his wrists, wheeled around, bent over, and threw him over my shoulder.
Next paragraph     He lit heavily on the lava flooring. He lay there for a moment, and as he scrambled to his feet I put a headlock on him and threw him again. This time he did not get up; so I picked him up and hit him on the chin. He went down for a long count. I was through with him, and went and sat down.
Next paragraph     The prisoners gathered around me. I could see that they were pleased with the outcome of the fight. "Pho Lar's kad this coming to him for a long time," said one.
Next paragraph     "He sure got it at last!"
Next paragraph     "Who are you, anyway?"
Next paragraph     "My name is John Carter. I am from Garobus."
Next paragraph     "I have heard of you," said one. "I think we all have. The Morgors are furious at you because you tricked them so easily. I suppose they have sent you here to die with us. My name is Han Du." He held out a hand to me. It was the first time that I had seen this friendly gesture since leaving the earth. The Martians place a hand upon your shoulder. I took his hand.
Next paragraph     "I am glad to know you, Han Du," I said. "If there are many more here like Pho Lar, I shall probably need a friend."
Next paragraph     "There are no more like him," said Han Du, "and he is finished."
Next paragraph     "You intimated that you are all doomed to die," I said. "Do you know when or how?"
      "When the next class graduates, we shall be pitted against twice our number of Morgors. It will be soon, now."
       
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