upon the floor. He saw it
move and slowly raise itself to its hands and knees, where it swayed to
and fro as its eyes roved about in search of him; and when at last they
found him, there broke from the drawn lips the mumbled words: "Food!
Food! There is a way out!" The pitiful supplication in the tones
touched the Englishman's heart. He knew that this could be no Wieroo,
but possibly once a man like himself who had been cast into this pit of
solitary confinement with this hideous result that might in time be his
And then, too, there was the suggestion of hope held out by the
constant reiteration of the phrase, "There is a way out." Was there a
way out? What did this poor thing know?
"Who are you and how long have you been here?" Bradley suddenly
For a moment the man upon the floor made no response, then mumblingly
came the words: "Food! Food!"
"Stop!" commanded the Englishman--the injunction might have been barked
from the muzzle of a pistol. It brought the man to a sitting posture,
his hands off the ground. He stopped swaying to and fro and appeared
to be startled into an attempt to master his faculties of concentration
Bradley repeated his questions sharply.
"I am An-Tak, the Galu," replied the man. "Luata alone knows how long
I have been here--maybe ten moons, maybe ten moons three times"--it was
the Caspakian equivalent of thirty. "I was young and strong when they
brought me here. Now I am old and very weak. I am cos-ata-lu--that is
why they have not killed me. If I tell them the secret of becoming
cos-ata-lu they will take me out; but how can I tell them that which
Luata alone knows?
"What is cos-ata-lu?" demanded Bradley.
"Food! Food! There is a way out!" mumbled the Galu.
Bradley strode across the floor, seized the man by his shoulders and
"Tell me," he cried, "what is cos-ata-lu?"
"Food!" whimpered An-Tak.
Bradley bethought himself. His haversack had not been taken from him.
In it besides his razor and knife were odds and ends of equipment and a
small quantity of dried meat. He tossed a small strip of the latter to
the starving Galu. An-Tak seized upon it and devoured it ravenously.
It instilled new life in the man.
"What is cos-ata-lu?" insisted Bradley again.
An-Tak tried to explain. His narrative was often broken by lapses of
concentration during which he
monster and bolted for the nearest tree; and then the bear charged.Page 5
With the passing of the thing, came the reaction.Page 8
Tippet was on guard.Page 14
In the bottom of his heart each prayed that they might come safely through just this night, for they knew that during the morrow they would make the final stretch, yet the nerves of each were taut with strained anticipation of what gruesome thing might flap down upon them from the black sky, marking another for its own.Page 26
He had heard of the Krolus and the Galus--reputed to be still higher in the plane of evolution--and now he had indisputable evidence of a race possessing refinements of civilization eons in advance of the spear-men.Page 27
He attempted at first to push his way past them, and then when one seized his arm and jerked him roughly back, Bradley swung upon the creature and with a heavy blow to the jaw felled it.Page 36
Bradley lay motionless and listened.Page 46
With a grunt of disgust he was about to push it from him when the white garment enshrouding it suggested a bold plan to his resourceful brain.Page 49
The Englishman was upon the point of entering to defend her when a door at the opposite side of the chamber opened to admit a huge Wieroo clothed entirely in red.Page 52
" Even if she did not understand all he said, she at least read something in his smiling countenance--something which reassured her.Page 55
As the Wieroos approached the figure upon the dais, they leaned far forward, raising their wings above their heads and stretching their necks as though offering them to the sharp swords of the grim and hideous creature.Page 57
Wide-eyed and panting the girl seized his arm.Page 62
"Poor things," she whispered.Page 63
It was the Wieroo of the yellow slashing whose abode was the place of the yellow door in which Bradley had first seen the girl.Page 66
At no time did they hear the cry of a carnivore, and though many startled animals fled as they approached, they were not once menaced by a wild beast.Page 70
Each Wieroo advanced with his curved blade ready in his hand, each hideous face blank and expressionless.Page 72
With all of its dangers and its primal savagery it brought a fullness to the throat of the Englishman as to one who sees and hears the familiar sights and sounds of home after a long absence.Page 74
Do not let them take you alive.Page 76
"Co-Tan," he said, "unstring your bow--these are my friends, and yours.Page 77
All our lives we have known nothing but to obey his class.