I saw the wisdom of her counsel, and accordingly we altered our course so as to pass south of Jahar, as we headed straight toward Tjanath, six thousand haads away.
All the balance of the night we travelled steadily at the rate of about six hundred haads per zode—a slow speed when compared with that of the good one-man flier that I had brought out of Helium.
As the sun rose the first thing that attracted my particular attention was the ghastly blue colour of the flier.
"What a colour for a flier!" I exclaimed.
Tavia looked up at me. "There is an excellent reason for it, though," she said; "a reason that you must fully understand before you enter Jahar."
CHAPTER V
TO THE PITS
Below us, in the ever-changing light of the two moons, stretched the weird landscape of a Barsoomian night as
