A Princess of Mars

An hour before dark the great walls of the atmosphere plant loomed

suddenly before me, and with a sickening thud I plunged to the ground

before the small door which was withholding the spark of life from the

inhabitants of an entire planet.

Beside the door a great crew of men had been laboring to pierce the

wall, but they had scarcely scratched the flint-like surface, and now

most of them lay in the last sleep from which not even air would awaken

them.

Conditions seemed much worse here than at Helium, and it was with

difficulty that I breathed at all. There were a few men still

conscious, and to one of these I spoke.

"If I can open these doors is there a man who can start the engines?" I

asked.

"I can," he replied, "if you open quickly. I can last but a few

moments more. But it is useless, they are both dead and no one else

upon Barsoom knew the secret of these awful locks. For three days men

crazed with fear have surged about this portal in vain attempts to

solve its mystery."

I had no time to talk, I was becoming very weak and it was with

difficulty that I controlled my mind at all.

But, with a final effort, as I sank weakly to my knees I hurled the

nine thought waves at that awful thing before me. The Martian had

crawled to my side and with staring eyes fixed on the single panel

before us we waited in the silence of death.

Slowly the mighty door receded before us. I attempted to rise and

follow it but I was too weak.

"After it," I cried to my companion, "and if you reach the pump room

turn loose all the pumps. It is the only chance Barsoom has to exist

tomorrow!"

From where I lay I opened the second door, and then the third, and as I

saw the hope of Barsoom crawling weakly on hands and knees through the

last doorway I sank unconscious upon the ground.