for him, his escape having been discovered between the time he

left the cave and the time when I reached it. Evidently they had

wasted precious moments looking for him in other portions of the

mesa.

When I saw that the two of them were rushing him, I called out to

attract their attention to the fact that they had more than a single

man to cope with. They paused at the sound of my voice and looked

about.

When they discovered Dian and me they exchanged a few words, and one

of them continued toward Juag while the other turned upon us. As

he came nearer I saw that he carried in his hand one of my six-shooters,

but he was holding it by the barrel, evidently mistaking it for

some sort of warclub or tomahawk.

I could scarce refrain a grin when I thought of the wasted

possibilities of that deadly revolver in the hands of an untutored

warrior of the stone age. Had he but reversed it and pulled the

trigger he might still be alive; maybe he is for all I know, since

I did not kill him then. When he was about twenty feet from me

I flung my javelin with a quick movement that I had learned from

Ghak. He ducked to avoid it, and instead of receiving it in his

heart, for which it was intended, he got it on the side of the

head.

Down he went all in a heap. Then I glanced toward Juag. He was

having a most exciting time. The fellow pitted against Juag was a

veritable giant; he was hack-ing and hewing away at the poor slave

with a villainous-looking knife that might have been designed for

butch-ering mastodons. Step by step, he was forcing Juag back

toward the edge of the cliff with a fiendish cunning that permitted

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