John Carter's Martian name, from the surnames of the first two warrior chieftains he killed.
A little pet animal among the red Martian women, about the size of a cat.
Springing to my feet I received my first Martian surprise, for the effort, which on Earth would have brought me standing upright, carried me into the Martian air to the height of about three yards.
Consequently I gave a very earthly and at the same time superhuman leap to reach the top of the Martian incubator, for such I had determined it must be.
My effort was crowned with a success which appalled me no less than it seemed to surprise the Martian warriors, for it carried me fully thirty feet into the air and landed me a hundred feet from my pursuers and on the opposite side of the enclosure.
This is quite far enough to imbue me with great respect for the Martian firearm, and some telepathic force must have warned me against an attempt to escape in broad daylight from under the muzzles of twenty of these death-dealing machines.
Placing my hand over my heart I bowed low to the Martian and explained to him that while I did not understand his language, his actions spoke for the peace and friendship that at the present moment were most dear to my heart.
I had seen that the eggs were in the process of hatching, and as I stood watching the hideous little monsters break from their shells I failed to note the approach of a score of full-grown Martians from behind me.
He told me that during the night the Martians had been surrounded by troops, and that guns were expected.
My neighbour was of opinion that the troops would be able to capture or to destroy the Martians during the day.
I talked with these soldiers for a time; I told them of my sight of the Martians on the previous evening.
It was only about five, however, that a field gun reached Chobham for use against the first body of Martians.