Part 12 (1/2)

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.

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.

”The creature deserves death,” Gorgum said, sullenly. ”It defied and insulted me me, an officer of the Great Bandolian!”

”Vengeance belongs to Bandolian,” said the other, ”and he has different plans for this insolent worm. What has your questioning developed?”

”He has been so busy screaming at me that he had had no time to question me,” I said.

”Silence, low one!” 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.”

Gorgum returned his sword to its scabbard and reseated himself at his desk.

”What is your name?” he demanded.

”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.

”How did you and the other conspirators escape from the cell in which you were confined?” Gorgum asked, ”Through the doorway,” I replied.

”That is impossible. The door was locked when you were placed in the cell. It was locked at the time your absence was discovered.”

”If you know so much, why bother to question me?”

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.”

”Answer the n.o.ble Gorgum's question,” Horur snapped at me. ”How did you pa.s.s through a locked door?”

”It was not locked.”

”It was locked,” shouted Gorgum.

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.”

”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.”

”That would have been impossible,” bellowed Gorgum.

”Then we are still in the cell,” I said. ”Perhaps you had better go and look.”

”We are getting nowhere,” snapped Horur.

”Rapidly,” I agreed.

”I shall question the prisoner,” said Horur. ”We concede that you did escape from the cell.”

”Rather shrewd of you.”

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 s.h.i.+p probably one of our own which was stolen from a flying field.”

”I do not know where they are.”

”Do you know where they planned to go?”

”If I did, I would not tell you.”

”I command you to answer me, on pain of death.”

I laughed at the creature. ”You intend to kill me any way; so your threat finds me indifferent.”

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.”

”No,” I said.

”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.”

”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!”

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 cla.s.s;” then he left the room.

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.

”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 att.i.tude.

”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.

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 he had the other prisoners cowed.

”You seem to be looking for trouble, Lo Phar,” I said; ”but I am not. I am already in enough trouble.”

”My name is Pho Lar, fellow,” he barked.

”What difference does it make? You would stink by any name.” The other prisoners immediately took interested notice. Some of them grinned.

”I see that I shall have to put you in your place,” said Pho Lar, advancing toward me angrily.

”I do not want any trouble with you,” I said. ”It is bad enough to be imprisoned, without quarrelling with fellow prisoners.”

”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.”