My shot, while a direct hit, had evidently done little or no harm for it neither slowed up the craft nor interfered with its firing.
Presently the patrol boat commenced to veer off slightly to the right with the possible intention of getting into a position from which it could pour broadsides into us.
We were both firing continuously now, and every now and then a shell would strike against the gunshield or the hull and explode.
I cautioned Ur Raj to keep on a straight course, since, if we tried to keep our stern and smallest target always presented to the pursuing enemy, we should have to alter our course and would be driven into a wide curve that would permit the larger vessels to overhaul us. Then we should most certainly be destroyed or captured.
This running fight continued until Amhor lay far behind. We were speeding above vast stretches where once Mars' mighty oceans rolled, now barren waste where only the wild, nomadic green men roved. The patrol boat had steadily gained on us, and the fleet of larger vessels had crept up a little, showing that they were a trifle faster than our flier. The patrol boat was slowly creeping up opposite us but still at a considerable distance. They had ceased firing, and now they signalled us to surrender; but for reply Bal Tab and I turned both the bow and stern guns upon them. They returned our fire, giving us a broadside with all their guns. I dragged Janai down beside me behind the gunshield; but Bal Tab had not been so fortunate. I saw him straighten to his full height and topple backward over the side of the flier.
I regretted the loss of Bal Tab, not only because it reduced our defensive force but because of the loss of a loyal comrade and a fine fighting man. However, he was gone, and mourning would do no good. He had died as he would have wished to die, fighting; and his body lay where he would have wished it to lie, on the ochre moss of a dead sea bottom.
Projectiles were now exploding continually against the armored sides of our craft and the gunshield which was our protection. Ur Raj had ample protection in the pilot's compartment, which was heavily armored.
We three seemed safe enough if we kept behind our protection; but how long the armored side of the flier could withstand this constant bombardment of exploding shells, I did not know.
Attracting Ur Raj's attention, I signalled him to rise and endeavor to get above the patrol boat, for if we could fire down upon her from above, we might disable her.
As we started to rise, Ur Raj called to me and pointed ahead. A sight met my eyes that fairly took my breath away. Approaching, far aloft and already almost above us, was a fleet of great battleships that we had not observed because of our preoccupation with the fight in which we had been engaged.
I was certain from the size and number of them that they were not ships of Amhor; but from our position below them I could not read the insignias upon their bows nor see the colors flying from their superstructures. However, no matter what nation they represented, we would be no worse off in their hands than in the hands of the Amhorians; so I instructed Ur Raj to continue to set his course for them and to try to get between them and the patrol boat, hoping that the latter would hold its fire rather than take a chance of hitting one of the great ships of the fleet whose big guns could have destroyed it in an instant; nor was I wrong in my conjecture, for the patrol boat ceased firing though it continued to pursue us.
We were now rapidly approaching the leading ship of the fleet. I could see men peering over the sides at us, and presently the great craft slowed down.
As we arose closer to its bow, Ur Raj suddenly cried out in exaltation, 'A fleet from Helium!' And then I, too, saw the insignia on the ship's bow, and my heart leaped for I knew that Janai was saved.
Now they hailed us, demanding to know who we were. 'Ur Raj of Hastor,' I replied, 'a padwar in the Navy of Helium, and two of his friends escaping from imprisonment in the City of Amhor.'
They ordered us to come aboard, then, and Ur Raj piloted the craft across their rail and set it down on the broad deck of the battleship.
Officers and men looked at me in astonishment as I dropped to the deck and lifted Janai down. Then Ur Raj joined us.
In the meantime, the Amhorian patrol boat had evidently discovered the identity of their fleet, for it turned about and was speeding back toward its sister ships; and soon all those that had been pursuing us were headed back toward Amhor at full speed; for they knew that Ur Raj was from Helium, and they feared reprisals for having held him in captivity.
Janai, Ur Raj, and I were taken before the commanding officer where Ur Raj had no difficulty in convincing them of his identity. 'And these other two?' demanded the officer, indicating Janai and me.
'I am a friend of Vor Daj,' I replied, 'and so is this girl, Janai. I have served John Carter, too, faithfully. He will be glad to know that I am alive and well.'
'You are Tor-dur-bar?' asked the officer.
'Yes,' I replied, 'but how could you know that?'
'This fleet was on its way to Amhor in search of you and the girl, Janai.'
'But how in the world could you have known that we were at Amhor?' I asked, amazed.
'It is quite simple,' he replied. 'The fleet was bringing John Carter and Ras Thavas back to Morbus. Yesterday we were sailing low over the Great Toonolian Marshes when we saw a red man being pursued by savages. Their canoes were about to overtake his when we dropped a bomb among them, dispersing them. Then we dropped lower, and with landing tackle brought the man aboard. He said that his name was Pandar, and that he was escaping from Morbus; and when John Carter questioned him he learned that a flier from Amhor had captured you and the girl, Janai. The fleet was immediately ordered to Amhor to effect your rescue.'
'And you arrived none too soon,' I said; 'but tell me, John Carter and Ras Thavas both live?'
'Yes,' he said; 'they are aboard the Ruzaar.'
I have always prided myself that I have perfect control over my emotions; but with this final proof that John Carter and Ras Thavas both lived, I came as close to breaking down as I ever had in my life. The relief from long months of doubt and uncertainty almost proved my undoing; but I held myself together, and then in a moment another doubt raised its ugly head. John Carter and Ras Thavas lived; but was the body of Vor Daj still in existence? And, if so, was it within the power of man to recover it?
CHAPTER XXIX. BACK TOWARD MORBUS
We were soon transferred to the Ruzaar, where I received a warm greeting from John Carter and Ras Thavas.
When I told my story, and Ur Raj had assured them that there were no more Heliumetic prisoners in Amhor, John Carter ordered the fleet about; and it headed again toward Morbus.
Ras Thavas was much concerned when I told him about the accident that had occurred in Vat Room No. 4 and its results.
'That is bad,' he said, 'very bad. We may never be able to stop it. Let us hope that it has not reached the body of Vor Daj.'
'Oh, don't suggest such a thing,' cried Janai. 'Vor Daj must be saved.'
'It was to rescue Vor Daj that I returned with this fleet,' said John Carter, 'and you may rest assured that it will not return without him, unless he has been destroyed.'
In fear and trembling, I inquired of John Carter the state of Dejah Thoris's health.
'Thanks to Ras Thavas, she has completely recovered,' he replied. 'Every great surgeon of Helium had given her up; but Ras Thavas, the miracle worker, restored her to perfect health.'
'Did you have any difficulty in returning to Helium from Morbus?' I asked.
'We had little else,' he replied. 'From Morbus to Phundahl was almost one continuous battle with insects, beasts, reptiles, and savage men. How we survived it and won through is a mystery to me; but Dur-dan and Ras Thavas gave a good account of themselves with sword and dagger, and we came through almost to the flier without the loss of one of our number. Then, just the day before we reached it, Dur-dan was killed in a battle with some wild savages-the last we were to encounter in the Marshes. The journey between Morbus and Phundahl took up most of the time; but then, of course, we had to spend some time in Helium while Dejah Thoris was
