hair above her brows. Her skin was white as from long confinement

within doors; but it was clear and fine. Her figure, but partially

concealed by the soft deerskin, was all curves of symmetry and

youthful grace, while her features might easily have been the envy

of the most feted of Continental beauties.

If the girl was surprised by the sudden appearance of Bradley,

the latter was absolutely astounded to discover so wondrous

a creature among the hideous inhabitants of the City of

Human Skulls. For a moment the two looked at one another in

unconcealed consternation, and then Bradley spoke, using to

the best of his poor ability, the common tongue of Caspak.

"Who are you," he asked, "and from where do you come? Do not tell

me that you are a Wieroo."

"No," she replied, "I am no Wieroo." And she shuddered slightly as

she pronounced the word. "I am a Galu; but who and what are you?

I am sure that you are no Galu, from your garments; but you are

like the Galus in other respects. I know that you are not of

this frightful city, for I have been here for almost ten moons,

and never have I seen a male Galu brought hither before, nor are

there such as you and I, other than prisoners in the land of

Oo-oh, and these are all females. Are you a prisoner, then?"

He told her briefly who and what he was, though he doubted if she

understood, and from her he learned that she had been a prisoner

there for many months; but for what purpose he did not then

learn, as in the midst of their conversation the yellow door

swung open and a Wieroo with a robe slashed with yellow entered.

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