The Storm's Fury and the Jet of Gethal

The jet of Gethal grasped the situation at a single glance. Below him one of his people looked into the eyes of death. To the jeds hand laid the means for suckling. There was no instance hesitation. Telling off his deck-lashings he seized the landing-leather and slipped over the ship's side. Swinging like a bob upon a mad pendulum he swung far out and back again, turning and twisting three thousand feet above the surface of Barsoom. He was carried within reach of the cordage where the warrior still clung, though with rapidly diminishing strength.

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