distance came the hideous cries of banths, and an occasional shot. 

 “It is strange that they do not return,” said the girl. 

 “One would expect to see the wounded limping or being carried back to the city,” replied Carthoris, with a puzzled frown. “But how about the wounded nearer the city? Have they carried them within?” 

 Both turned their eyes toward the field between them and the walled city, where the fighting had been most furious. 

 There were the banths, still growling about their hideous feast. 

 Carthoris looked at Thuvia in astonishment. Then he pointed toward the field. 

 “Where are they?” he whispered. “What has become of their dead and wounded?” 

 

 CHAPTER VI. THE JEDDAK OF LOTHAR

 The girl looked her incredulity. 

 “They lay in piles,” she murmured. “There were thousands of them but a minute ago.” 

 “And now,” continued Carthoris, “there remain but the banths and the carcasses of the green men.” 

 “They must have sent forth and carried the dead bowmen away while we were talking,” said the girl. 

 “It is impossible!” replied Carthoris. “Thousands of dead lay there upon the field but a moment since. It would have required many hours to have removed them. The thing is uncanny.” 

 “I had hoped,” said Thuvia, “that we might find an asylum with these fair-skinned people. Notwithstanding their valour upon the field of battle, they did not strike me as a ferocious or warlike people. I had been about to suggest that we seek entrance to the city, but now I scarce know if I care to venture among people whose dead vanish into thin air.” 

 “Let us chance it,” replied Carthoris. “We can be no worse off within their walls than without. Here we may fall prey to the banths or the no less fierce Torquasians. There, at least, we shall find beings moulded after our own images. 

 “All that 

 Prev. P 41/124 next