worry about on that score, for the likelihood of my ever escaping the blacks was extremely remote. 

 The girl and I were linked together by a rope which permitted us to move only about three or four feet from each other. When we had entered the compartment we had seated ourselves upon a low bench beneath the porthole. The bench was the only furniture of the room. It was of sorapus wood. The floor, ceiling and walls were of carborundum aluminum, a light, impenetrable composition extensively utilized in the construction of Martian fighting ships. 

 As I had sat meditating upon the future my eyes had been riveted upon the port-hole which was just level with them as I sat. Suddenly I looked toward Phaidor. She was regarding me with a strange expression I had not before seen upon her face. She was very beautiful then. 

 Instantly her white lids veiled her eyes, and I thought I discovered a delicate flush tingeing her cheek. Evidently she was embarrassed at having been detected in the act of staring at a lesser creature, I thought. 

 “Do you find the study of the lower orders interesting?” I asked, laughing. 

 She looked up again with a nervous but relieved little laugh. 

 “Oh very,” she said, “especially when they have such excellent profiles.” 

 It was my turn to flush, but I did not. I felt that she was poking fun at me, and I admired a brave heart that could look for humour on the road to death, and so I laughed with her. 

 “Do you know where we are going?” she said. 

 “To solve the mystery of the eternal hereafter, I imagine,” I replied. 

 “I am going to a worse fate than that,” she said, with a little shudder. 

 “What do you mean?” 

 “I can only guess,” she replied, “since no thern damsel of all the millions that have been stolen away by black pirates during the ages they have raided our domains has ever returned to narrate her experiences among them. That they never take a man prisoner lends strength to the belief that the fate of the girls they steal is worse than death.” 

 “Is it not a just retribution?” I could not help but ask. 

 

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