Bohar's mind was filled with angry thoughts. He cursed himself for leaving the girl alone in camp and he cursed the girl for escaping, and he cursed the fate that had forced him to clamber up this steep hillside upon his futile mission, and most of all he cursed his absent followers whom he now realized had failed to accompany him. He knew that he had lost the girl and that it would be like looking for a particular minnow in the ocean to continue his search for her, and so, having rested, he was determined to hasten back to his camp when his attention was suddenly attracted by a noise at the lower end of the glade. Instinctively he reached for one of his pistols and to his dismay he found that both were gone, evidently having slipped from his sash or been scraped from it as he wallowed upward through the underbrush.
Bohar, despite his bluster and braggadocio, was far from courageous. Without his weapons he was an arrant coward and so now he cringed in his concealment as he strained his eyes to discover the author of the noise he had heard, and as he watched a cunning leer of triumph curled his hideous mouth, for before him, at the far end of the glade, he saw Stellara drop from the lower branches of a tree and come upward across the glade toward him.
As the girl came abreast of his hiding place, Bohar the Bloody leaped to his feet and confronted her. With a stifled exclamation of dismay Stellara turned and sought to escape, but the Korsar was too close and too quick and reaching forth he seized her roughly by the hair.
'Will you never learn that you cannot escape Bohar the Bloody?' he demanded. 'You are mine and for this I shall cut off both your feet at the ankles when I get you into the boat, so that there will be no chance whatever that you may again run away from me. But come, mate willingly with me and it will go less hard with you,' and he drew her slim figure into his embrace.
'Never,' cried Stellara, and she struck him in the face with her two clenched fists.
With an oath Bohar seized the girl by the throat and shook her. 'You she-ryth,' he cried, 'if I did not want you so badly I should kill you, and by the god of Korsar if ever you strike me again I shall kill you.'
'Then kill me,' cried Stellara, 'for I should rather die than mate with you,' and again she struck him with all her strength full in the face.
Bohar frothed with rage as he closed his fingers more tightly upon the girl's soft neck. 'Die, then, you—'
The words died upon his lips and he wheeled about as there fell upon his ears a man's loud voice raised in anger.
As he stood there hesitating and looking in the direction of the sound, the underbrush at the upper end of the glade parted and a warrior, leaping into the clearing, ran swiftly toward him.
Bohar blanched as though he had seen a ghost, and then, hurling the girl roughly to the ground he faced the lone warrior.
Bohar would have fled had he not realized the futility of flight, for what chance had he in a race with this lithe man, who leaped toward him with the grace and speed of a deer.
'Go away,' shouted Bohar. 'Go away and leave us alone. This is my mate.'
'You lie,' growled Tanar of Pellucidar as he leaped upon the Korsar.
Down went the two men, the Sarian on top, and as they fell each sought a hold upon the other's throat, and, failing to secure it, they struck blindly at one another's faces.
Tanar was mad with rage. He fought like a wild beast, forgetting all that David Innes had taught him. His one thought was to kill; it mattered not how just so long as he killed, and Bohar, on the defensive fighting for his life, battled like a cornered rat. To his advantage were his great weight and his longer reach, but in strength and agility as well as courage Tanar was his superior.
Stellara slowly opened her eyes as she recovered from the swoon into which she had passed beneath the choking fingers of Bohar the Bloody. At first she did not recognize Tanar, seeing only two warriors battling to the death on the sward of the glade and guessing that she would be the prey of him who was victorious. But presently, in the course of the duel, the face of the Sarian was turned toward her.
'Tanar!' she cried. 'God is merciful. I thought you were dead and He has given you back to me.'
At her words the Sarian redoubled his efforts to overcome his antagonist, but Bohar succeeded in getting his fingers upon Tanar's throat.
Horrified, Stellara looked about her for a rock or a stick with which to come to the succor of her champion, but before she had found one she realized that he needed no outside assistance. With a single Herculean movement he tore himself loose from Bohar and leaped to his feet.
Instantly the Korsar sprang to an upright position and lowering his head he charged the Sarian—charged like a mad bull.
Now Tanar was fighting with cool calculation. The blood-madness of the first moment following the sight of Stellara in the choking murderous fingers of the Korsar had passed. He awaited Bohar's rush, and as they came together he clamped an arm around the Korsar's head, and turning swiftly, hurled the man over his shoulder and heavily to the ground. Then he waited.
Once more Bohar, shaking his head, staggered to his feet. Once more he rushed the Sarian, and once more that deadly arm was locked about his head, and once more he was hurled heavily to the ground.
This time he did not arise so quickly nor so easily. He came up staggering and feeling of his head and neck.
'Prepare to die,' growled Tanar. 'For the suffering you have inflicted upon Stellara you are about to die.'
With a shriek of mingled rage and fright Bohar, gone mad, charged the Sarian again, and for the third time his great body flew through the air, to alight heavily upon the hard ground, but this time it did not arise; it did not sir, for Bohar the Bloody lay dead with a broken neck.
For a moment Tanar of Pellucidar stood ready over the body of his fallen foe, but when he realized that Bohar was dead he turned away with a sneer of disgust.
Before him stood Stellara, her beautiful eyes filled with incredulity and with happiness.
'Tanar!' It was only a whisper, but it carried to him a world of meaning that sent thrill after thrill through his body.
'Stellara!' he cried, as he took the girl in his arms. 'Stellara, I love you.'
Her soft arms stole around his neck and drew his face to hers. His mouth covered her mouth in a long kiss, and, as he raised his face to look down into hers, from her parted lips burst a single exclamation, 'Oh, God!' and from the depth of her half-closed eyes burned a love beyond all understanding.
'My mate,' he cried, as he pressed her form to him.
'My mate,' breathed Stellara, 'while life remains in my body and after life, throughout death, forever!'
Suddenly she looked up and drew away.
'Who is that, Tanar?' she asked.
As Tanar turned to look in the direction indicated by the girl he saw Jude emerging from the forest at the upper end of the glade. 'It is Jude,' he said to Stellara, 'who escaped with me from the country of the Buried People.'
Jude approached them, his sullen countenance clouded by its habitual scowl.
'He frightens me,' said Stellara, pressing closer to Tanar.
'You need not fear him,' said the Sarian. 'He is always scowling and unhappy; but he is my friend and even if he were not he is harmless.'
'I do not like him,' whispered Stellara.
Jude approached and stopped before them. His eyes wandered for a moment to the body of Bohar and then came back and fastened themselves in a steady gaze upon Stellara, apprising her from head to foot. There was a crafty boldness in his gaze that disturbed Stellara even more than his sullen scowl.
'Who is the woman?' he demanded, without taking his eyes from her face.
'My mate,' replied Tanar.
'Then she is going with us?' asked Jude.
'Of course,' replied the Sarian.
'And where are we going?' demanded Jude.
'Stellara and I will return to Paraht, where her father, Fedol, is chief,' replied Tanar. 'You may come with us if you wish. We will see that you are received as a friend and treated well until you can find the means to return to Hime.'
'Is he from Hime?' asked Stellara, and Tanar felt her shudder.
