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When Turan the panthan regained consciousness it was to the realization of a sharp pain in one of his forearms.  The effects of the gas departed as rapidly as they had overcome him so that as he opened his eyes he was in full possession of all his faculties.  The lights were on again and in their glow there was revealed to the man the figure of a giant Martian rat crouching upon the table and gnawing upon his arm.  Snatching his arm away he reached for his short-sword, while the rat, growling, sought to seize his arm again.  It was then that Turan discovered that his weapons had been removed—­short-sword, long-sword, dagger, and pistol.  The rat charged him then and striking the creature away with his hand the man rose and backed off, searching for something with which to strike a harder blow.  Again the rat charged and as Turan stepped quickly back to avoid the menacing jaws, something seemed to jerk suddenly upon his right ankle, and as he drew his left foot back to regain his equilibrium his heel caught upon a taut chain and he fell heavily backward to the floor just as the rat leaped upon his breast and sought his throat.

The Martian rat is a fierce and unlovely thing.  It is many-legged and hairless, its hide resembling that of a newborn mouse in repulsiveness.  In size and weight it is comparable to a large Airedale terrier.  Its eyes are small and close-set, and almost hidden in deep, fleshy apertures.  But its most ferocious and repulsive feature is its jaws, the entire bony structure of which protrudes several inches beyond the flesh, revealing five sharp, spadelike teeth in the upper jaw and the same number of similar teeth in the lower, the whole suggesting the appearance of a rotting face from which much of the flesh has sloughed away.

It was such a thing that leaped upon the breast of the panthan to tear at his jugular.  Twice Turan struck it away as he sought to regain his feet, but both times it returned with increased ferocity to renew the attack.  Its only weapons are its jaws since its broad, splay feet are armed with blunt talons.  With its protruding jaws it excavates its winding burrows and with its broad feet it pushes the dirt behind it.  To keep the jaws from his flesh then was Turan’s only concern and this he succeeded in doing until chance gave him a hold upon the creature’s throat.  After that the end was but a matter of moments.  Rising at last he flung the lifeless thing from him with a shudder of disgust.

Now he turned his attention to a hurried inventory of the new conditions which surrounded him since the moment of his incarceration.  He realized vaguely what had happened.  He had been anaesthetized and stripped of his weapons, and as he rose to his feet he saw that one ankle was fettered to a chain in the wall.  He looked about the room.  All the doors swung wide open!  His captors would render his imprisonment the more cruel by leaving ever before him tempting glimpses of open aisles to the freedom he could not attain.  Upon the end of the table and within easy reach was food and drink.  This at least was attainable and at sight of it his starved stomach seemed almost to cry aloud for sustenance.  It was with difficulty that he ate and drank in moderation.