response. A couple of them ranged alongside me, and I could hear the exclamations of astonishment when they discovered that there was no one aboard the ship and no pilot at the controls.
I think they were rather frightened, for no one attempted to board me; and they let me fly on without interfering.
I dropped down to the Panar line, and set my flier down beside the last ship in it. One of the patrol ships landed also, and was soon surrounded by a crowd of officers and warriors, who approached my ship with every sign of curiosity written on their faces.
'This ship is piloted by Death,' I said in a loud voice; 'it is death to approach too close or to try to board it.'
The men stopped then, and most of them fell back. I dropped to the ground and wandered about at will, my purpose being to gather what information I could from conversations among the officers. These men, however, were so interested in my ship that I gained no information from them; and so I wandered away and walked down the line to the flagship, which I boarded, passing the sentry at the foot of the ladder and the watch on deck. It seemed strange to walk there among the enemy, unseen; all that I had to do was to avoid contact with any of them, and I was safe from detection.
I went to the cabin of the commander of the fleet. He was sitting there with several high-ranking officers, to whom he was giving instructions.
'As soon as Hin Abtol arrives from Pankor,' he was saying, 'we are to take up several thousand men equipped with equilibrimotors and drop them directly into the city; and then, with Gathol as a base, we shall move on Helium with fully a million men.'
'When will Hin Abtol arrive?' asked one of the officers.
'Tonight or tomorrow morning,' replied the commander. 'He is coming with a large fleet.'
Well, at last I had learned something; and my plans were formulated instantly. I left the flagship and returned to my flier, which was being examined by a considerable number of officers and men, but from a safe distance.
I had difficulty in finding an opening through which I could pass without touching any of them; but at last I succeeded, and I was soon at the controls of my flier.
As it rose from the ground apparently without human guidance, exclamations of awe and astonishment followed it. 'It is Death,' I heard a man cry; 'Death is at the controls.'
I circled low above them. 'Yes, it is Death at the controls,' I called down to them; 'Death, who has come to take all who attack Gathol;' then I zoomed swiftly aloft and turned the nose of my ship toward Pankor.
I only went far enough from Gathol to be out of sight of Hin Abtol's forces; and then I flew in wide circles at considerable altitudes, waiting for Hin Abtol's fleet.
At long last I saw it in the distance. With it was the man who, with the enormous number of his conscripts, would surely take Gathol and sack it, were he not stopped.
I spotted Hin Abtol's flagship immediately and dropped down alongside it. My little flier evoked no alarm, as it would have been helpless in the midst of this great fleet; but when those aboard the flagship saw that the flier was maneuvering without human control, their curiosity knew no bounds, and they crowded to the rail to have a better look.
I circled the ship, drawing nearer and nearer. I could see Hin Abtol on the bridge with a number of officers, and I saw that they were as much intrigued as were the warriors on deck.
Hin Abtol was leaning far out over the rail to have a better look at me; I moved in closer; the side of the flier touched the bridge lightly.
Hin Abtol was peering down at the deck and into the little control room. ''There is no one aboard this ship,' he said; 'some one had discovered the means of flying it by remote control.'
I had set the wheel to hold the flier tightly against the bridge; then I sprang across the deck, seized Hin Abtol by his harness, and dragged him over the rail onto the deck of the flier. An instant later still holding Hin Abtol, I was at the controls; the flier nosed down and dove beneath the flagship at full speed.
I heard shouts of astonishment mingled with cries of rage and fear.
A number of small craft took after me; but I knew that they could not overtake me, and that they would not dare fire on me for fear of killing Hin Abtol.
Hin Abtol lay trembling at my side, almost paralyzed with terror. 'What are you?' he finally managed to stammer. 'What are you going to do with me?'
I did not reply; I thought that that would terrify him the more; and I know that it did, for after a while he implored me to speak.
We flew back, high over Gathol, which was now safe from attack. Early the next morning I saw a great fleet coming out of the southeast-it was the fleet from Helium that Tardos Mors was bringing to relieve Gathol.
As I was approaching it, the effects of the invisibility sphere diminished rapidly; and I materialized before the astounded gaze of Hin Abtol.
'Who are you? What are you?' he demanded.
'I am the man whose flier you stole at Horz,' I replied. 'I am the man who took it from beneath your nose in Pankor, and with it Llana of Gathol-I am John Carter, Prince of Helium; have you ever heard of me?'
Nearing the fleet, I broke out my colors-the colors of the Prince of Helium; and a great cheer rose from the deck of every ship that could distinguish them.
The rest is history now-how Helium's great fleet destroyed Hin Abtol's fleet, and the army of Helium routed the forces which had for so long invested Gathol.
When the brief war was over, we set free nearly a million of the frozen men of Panar; and I returned to Helium and Dejah Thoris, from whom I hope never to be separated again.
I had brought with me Jad-han and Pan Dan Chee, whom we had found among the prisoners of the Panars; and though I was not present at the assured me that the dangers and vicissitudes he had suffered for love of the fair Gatholian had not been in vain.
