THE SLY ONE
The Sagoths were gaining on us rapidly, for once they had sighted us they had
greatly increased their speed. On and on we stumbled up the narrow canyon that
Ghak had chosen to approach the heights of Sari. On either side rose precipitous
cliffs of gorgeous, parti-colored rock, while beneath our feet a thick mountain
grass formed a soft and noiseless carpet. Since we had entered the canyon we had
had no glimpse of our pursuers, and I was commencing to hope that they had lost
our trail and that we would reach the now rapidly nearing cliffs in time to
scale them before we should be overtaken.
Ahead we neither saw nor heard any sign which might betoken the success of
Hooja's mission. By now he should have reached the outposts of the Sarians, and
we should at least hear the savage cries of the tribesmen as they swarmed to
arms in answer to their king's appeal for succor. In another moment the frowning
cliffs ahead should be black with primeval warriors. But nothing of the kind
happened--as a matter of fact the Sly One had betrayed us. At the moment that we
expected to see Sarian spearmen charging to our relief at Hooja's back, the
craven traitor was sneaking around the outskirts of the nearest Sarian village,
that he might come up from the other side when it was too late to save us,
claiming that he had become lost among the mountains.
Hooja still harbored ill will against me because of the blow I had struck in
Dian's protection, and his malevolent spirit was equal to sacrificing us all
that he might be revenged upon me.
As we drew nearer the barrier cliffs and no sign of rescuing Sarians appeared
Ghak became both angry and alarmed, and presently as the sound of rapidly
approaching pursuit fell upon our ears, he called to me over his shoulder that
we were lost.
A backward glance gave me a glimpse of the first of the Sagoths at the far
end of a considerable stretch of canyon through which we had just passed, and
then a sudden turning shut the ugly creature from my view; but the loud howl of
triumphant rage which rose behind us was evidence that the gorilla-man had
Again the canyon veered sharply to the left, but to the right another branch
ran on at a lesser deviation from the general direction, so that appeared more
like the main canyon than the lefthand branch. The Sagoths were now not over two
hundred and fifty yards behind us, and I saw that it was hopeless for us to
expect to escape other than by a ruse. There was a bare chance of saving Ghak
and Perry, and as I reached the branching of the canyon I took the chance.
Pausing there I waited until the foremost Sagoth hove into sight. Ghak and
Perry had disappeared around a bend in the left-hand canyon, and as the Sagoth's
savage yell announced that he had seen me I turned and fled up the right-hand
branch. My ruse was successful, and the entire party of man-hunters raced
headlong after me up one canyon while Ghak bore Perry to safety up the other.
Running has never been my particular athletic forte, and now when my very
life depended upon fleetness of foot I cannot say that I ran any better than on
the occasions when my pitiful base running had called down upon my head the
rooter's raucous and reproachful cries of "Ice Wagon," and "Call
The Sagoths were gaining on me rapidly. There was one in particular, fleeter
than his fellows, who was perilously close. The canyon had become a rocky slit,
rising roughly at a steep angle toward what seemed a pass between two abutting
peaks. What lay beyond I could not even guess--possibly a sheer drop of hundreds
of feet into the corresponding valley upon the other side. Could it be that I
had plunged into a cul-de-sac?
Realizing that I could not hope to outdistance the Sagoths to the top of the
canyon I had determined to risk all in an attempt to check them temporarily, and
to this end had unslung my rudely made bow and plucked an arrow from the skin
quiver which hung behind my shoulder. As I fitted the shaft with my right hand I
stopped and wheeled toward the gorilla-man.
In the world of my birth I never had drawn a shaft, but since our escape from
Phutra I had kept the party supplied with small game by means of my arrows, and
so, through necessity, had developed a fair degree of accuracy. During our
flight from Phutra I had restrung my bow with a piece of heavy gut taken from a
huge tiger which Ghak and I had worried and finally dispatched with arrows,
spear, and sword. The hard wood of the bow was extremely tough and this, with
the strength and elasticity of my new string, gave me unwonted confidence in my
Never had I greater need of steady nerves than then--never were my nerves and
muscles under better control. I sighted as carefully and deliberately as though
at a straw target. The Sagoth had never before seen a bow and arrow, but of a
sudden it must have swept over his dull intellect that the thing I held toward
him was some sort of engine of destruction, for he too came to a halt,
simultaneously swinging his hatchet for a throw. It is one of the many methods
in which they employ this weapon, and the accuracy of aim which they achieve,
even under the most unfavorable circumstances, is little short of miraculous.
My shaft was drawn back its full length--my eye had centered its sharp point
upon the left breast of my adversary; and then he launched his hatchet and I
released my arrow. At the instant that our missiles flew I leaped to one side,
but the Sagoth sprang forward to follow up his attack with a spear thrust. I
felt the swish of the hatchet at it grazed my head, and at the same instant my
shaft pierced the Sagoth's savage heart, and with a single groan he lunged
almost at my feet--stone dead. Close behind him were two more--fifty yards
perhaps--but the distance gave me time to snatch up the dead guardsman's shield,
for the close call his hatchet had just given me had borne in upon me the urgent
need I had for one. Those which I had purloined at Phutra we had not been able
to bring along because their size precluded our concealing them within the skins
of the Mahars which had brought us safely from the city.
With the shield slipped well up on my left arm I let fly with another arrow,
which brought down a second Sagoth, and then as his fellow's hatchet sped toward
me I caught it upon the shield, and fitted another shaft for him; but he did not
wait to receive it. Instead, he turned and retreated toward the main body of
gorilla-men. Evidently he had seen enough of me for the moment.
Once more I took up my flight, nor were the Sagoths apparently overanxious to
press their pursuit so closely as before. Unmolested I reached the top of the
canyon where I found a sheer drop of two or three hundred feet to the bottom of
a rocky chasm; but on the left a narrow ledge rounded the shoulder of the
overhanging cliff. Along this I advanced, and at a sudden turning, a few yards
beyond the canyon's end, the path widened, and at my left I saw the opening to a
large cave. Before, the ledge continued until it passed from sight about another
projecting buttress of the mountain.
Here, I felt, I could defy an army, for but a single foeman could advance
upon me at a time, nor could he know that I was awaiting him until he came full
upon me around the corner of the turn. About me lay scattered stones crumbled
from the cliff above. They were of various sizes and shapes, but enough were of
handy dimensions for use as ammunition in lieu of my precious arrows. Gathering
a number of stones into a little pile beside the mouth of the cave I waited the
advance of the Sagoths.
As I stood there, tense and silent, listening for the first faint sound that
should announce the approach of my enemies, a slight noise from within the
cave's black depths attracted my attention. It might have been produced by the
moving of the great body of some huge beast rising from the rock floor of its
lair. At almost the same instant I thought that I caught the scraping of hide
sandals upon the ledge beyond the turn. For the next few seconds my attention
was considerably divided.
And then from the inky blackness at my right I saw two flaming eyes glaring
into mine. They were on a level that was over two feet above my head. It is true
that the beast who owned them might be standing upon a ledge within the cave, or
that it might be rearing up upon its hind legs; but I had seen enough of the
monsters of Pellucidar to know that I might be facing some new and frightful
Titan whose dimensions and ferocity eclipsed those of any I had seen before.
Whatever it was, it was coming slowly toward the entrance of the cave, and
now, deep and forbidding, it uttered a low and ominous growl. I waited no longer
to dispute possession of the ledge with the thing which owned that voice. The
noise had not been loud--I doubt if the Sagoths heard it at all--but the
suggestion of latent possibilities behind it was such that I knew it would only
emanate from a gigantic and ferocious beast.
As I backed along the ledge I soon was past the mouth of the cave, where I no
longer could see those fearful flaming eyes, but an instant later I caught sight
of the fiendish face of a Sagoth as it warily advanced beyond the cliff's turn
on the far side of the cave's mouth. As the fellow saw me he leaped along the
ledge in pursuit, and after him came as many of his companions as could crowd
upon each other's heels. At the same time the beast emerged from the cave, so
that he and the Sagoths came face to face upon that narrow ledge.
The thing was an enormous cave bear, rearing its colossal bulk fully eight
feet at the shoulder, while from the tip of its nose to the end of its stubby
tail it was fully twelve feet in length. As it sighted the Sagoths it emitted a
most frightful roar, and with open mouth charged full upon them. With a cry of
terror the foremost gorilla-man turned to escape, but behind him he ran full
upon his on-rushing companions.
The horror of the following seconds is indescribable. The Sagoth nearest the
cave bear, finding his escape blocked, turned and leaped deliberately to an
awful death upon the jagged rocks three hundred feet below. Then those giant
jaws reached out and gathered in the next--there was a sickening sound of
crushing bones, and the mangled corpse was dropped over the cliff's edge. Nor
did the mighty beast even pause in his steady advance along the ledge.
Shrieking Sagoths were now leaping madly over the precipice to escape him,
and the last I saw he rounded the turn still pursuing the demoralized remnant of
the man hunters. For a long time I could hear the horrid roaring of the brute
intermingled with the screams and shrieks of his victims, until finally the
awful sounds dwindled and disappeared in the distance.
Later I learned from Ghak, who had finally come to his tribesmen and returned
with a party to rescue me, that the ryth, as it is called, pursued the Sagoths
until it had exterminated the entire band. Ghak was, of course, positive that I
had fallen prey to the terrible creature, which, within Pellucidar, is truly the
king of beasts.
Not caring to venture back into the canyon, where I might fall prey either to
the cave bear or the Sagoths I continued on along the ledge, believing that by
following around the mountain I could reach the land of Sari from another
direction. But I evidently became confused by the twisting and turning of the
canyons and gullies, for I did not come to the land of Sari then, nor for a long