? ? ? ? Before he could release it I had run him through, and then, falling back upon the tactics that have saved me a hundred times in tight pinches, I rushed the two remaining warriors, forcing them back with a perfect torrent of cuts and thrusts, weaving my sword in and out about their guards until I had the fear of death upon them.
? ? ? ? Then one of them commenced calling for help, but it was too late to save them.
? ? ? ? They were as putty in my hands now, and I backed them about the armory as I would until I had them where I wanted them--within reach of the swords of the shackled slaves. In an instant both lay dead upon the floor. But their cries had not been entirely fruitless, for now I heard answering shouts and the footfalls of many men running and the clank of accouterments and the commands of officers.
? ? ? ? "The door! Quick, John Carter, bar the door!" cried Tardos Mors.
? ? ? ? Already the guard was in sight, charging across the open court that was visible through the doorway.
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