The master mind of Mars

BATTLE DAMAGE
Dar Tarus called in alarm, “We can’t alter our course—the ship is useless!”
Almost at the same instant, one of my bullets found and extinguished the enemy searchlight. Our craft was out of control, running swiftly toward a collision with the Toonolian flyer.
I asked Dar Tarus if our ship was beyond repair. His reply was that it would take hours—in which time the whole Toonolian air patrol would be upon us.
“Then we must have another ship!” I said. I pointed at the enemy craft. “We shall not have to look far.”
Dar Tarus shrugged. “Why not? It would be a glorious fight . . . and a worthy death!”
Edgar Rice Burroughs
MARS NOVELS
THE
MASTER MIND
OF MARS
Edgar Rice Burroughs