'Go yourself,' replied the woman; 'I do not wish to be killed.'
Trog, who, with the other warriors of his party, had dismounted, was standing near the woman; and at her refusal he swung his spear quickly and felled her with the haft, knocking her unconscious; then he turned to another woman. 'Go and awaken Mamth,' he said.
The woman laughed in his face. 'Guva has no man,' she said, 'but I have. You will not knock me down with your spear. You would not have knocked Guva down if she had had one. Go and awaken Mamth yourself.'
'I am not afraid of your man,' blustered Trog.
'Then why don't you knock me down,' taunted the woman, 'for I am not going to awaken Mamth.'
The crowd gathered about commenced to laugh at Trog, adding to his discomfiture and his rage. He stood there, red in the face, swinging his spear to and fro and looking from one to another of them.
'What are you looking for?' demanded the woman, '—widows and orphans?'
'You will pay for this,' growled Trog; then his eyes alighted on von Horst. 'Go and awaken Mamth,' he commanded.
The European grinned. 'Where is he?' he asked.
Trog pointed to a cave entrance part way up the cliff. 'He is in there,' he growled. 'Get along with you!' He swung his spear, striking at von Horst. The prisoner dodged, and seizing the weapon wrenched it from Trog's grasp; then he broke it across his knee and flung it on the ground at the Mammoth Man's feet.
'I am neither a woman nor a child,' he said; and, turning, started toward the cliff and Mamth's cave, in his ears the shouts and laughter of the tribesmen.
'I kill!' shouted Trog, and started after him, drawing his stone knife.
Von Horst wheeled and waited the mad charge of the Mammoth Man. Trog approached him at a run, brandishing his knife above his shoulder. When he struck, von Horst seized his wrist, turned quickly, stooped low and, drawing the man's arm across his shoulder, hurled him over his head and heavily to the ground; then he continued on his way to the foot of the cliff and up the rude ladders that led to Mamth's cave. Glancing back over his shoulder he saw Trog still lying where he had fallen, apparently insensible, while the crowd laughed uproariously, evidencing to von Horst that his act had not prejudiced them against him and, also, that Trog did not appear to be overly popular.
He wondered just how popular he himself would be with Mamth when he awakened him, for he had gathered from what he had just heard that Mamth did not relish being awakened from his sleep; and he had seen just how primitive these people were and how little control they had of their tempers—like primitive people everywhere, even those who were supposed to be civilized and yet had primitive minds. When at last he came to the mouth of the cave he looked in, but he could see nothing, because of the darkness of the interior. He shouted Mamth's name in a loud voice and waited. There was no response. The laughter below had ceased. The watchers were waiting in tense expectancy the result of his temerity.
Von Horst shouted again, this time more loudly; and this time there was a response—a bull-like bellow and the sound of movement within. Then a perfect mountain of a man emerged from the cave, his hair dishevelled, his beard awry, his eyes sleep bleared and bloodshot. When he saw von Horst he stopped in amazement.
'Who are you?' he demanded. 'Why did you awaken Mamth? Do you wish to be killed?'
'I am a prisoner,' replied von Horst. 'Trog sent me to awaken you because he was afraid to do it himself; and as for being killed, that is probably what I was taken prisoner for.'
'Trog sent you, did he?' demanded Mamth. 'Where is he?'
Von Horst pointed toward the foot of the cliff where Trog still lay. Mamth looked down.
'What is the matter with him?'
'He tried to kill me with a dagger,' explained the prisoner.
'And you killed him?'
'I don't think so. He is probably merely stunned.'
'What did he wish of me?'
'He wished to show you the two prisoners he brought in. I am one of them.'
'He disturbed my sleep for that!' grumbled Mamth. 'Now I cannot get to sleep again.' He pointed to the ladder. 'Go down.'
Von Horst did as he was bid, and Mamth followed him. When they reached the ground Trog was regaining consciousness. Mamth went and stood over him.
'So-ho!' he exclaimed. 'So you were afraid to come and awaken Mamth, but you sent a prisoner who might have sneaked into the cave and killed Mamth in his sleep. You are a fool. And you let the prisoner knock the wits from your head. You are a fine one to be sub-chief. What happened?'
'He must have hit me over the head with a big rock when I wasn't looking,' said Trog.
'He did not,' cried a woman. 'Trog was going to hit the prisoner with his spear. The prisoner took Trog's spear from him and broke it in two. There it lies. Then Trog tried to kill the prisoner with his knife. The prisoner picked Trog up and threw him over his head.'
A number of them commenced to laugh as the woman recalled the events, but they did not laugh so loudly in the presence of Mamth.
The chief looked searchingly at von Horst. 'So you broke Trog's spear and then threw him over your head!' he exclaimed. 'Where is the other prisoner?'
'Here,' said one of the warriors guarding Frug.
Mamth looked at the Bastian. 'He is even bigger than the other,' he said. 'They should furnish us good sport in the little canyon. Take them away. Gorph, take this one to your cave and see that he does not escape.' He jerked a thumb toward von Horst. 'Truth, you take charge of the other. Have them ready when Mamth wishes them. Trog, you are no longer a sub-chief. Mamth will appoint a better man.'
XIV – 'HE DIES!'
GORPH WAS A short, stocky, middle-aged man with a wealth of whiskers and small, close-set eyes. Von Horst judged him a mean customer even before the fellow gave any indication of his true nature, which he was not long in doing; for as soon as Mamth indicated that he was to take over the prisoner he stepped up to von Horst, seized him roughly by the shoulder and gave him a push toward the foot of the cliff and the nearest ladder.
'Get along!' he growled, 'and be quick about it.' Then, without other reason than pure brutality, he prodded his prisoner in the back with the point of his spear—a vicious jab that brought blood. Resentment and rage flared in the breast of the man from the outer crust, the sudden pain goading him to instant action. He wheeled and crouched. Gorph, sensing attack, jabbed at him again with his spear; but von Horst pushed the weapon aside and leaped close, pinioning the Mammoth Man's head beneath his right arm; then he commenced to spin, faster and faster. Gorph's feet left the ground, his body whirled, almost horizontal, in a flattening circle; von Horst released his hold and sent the fellow spinning to the ground.
Mamth broke into a loud guffaw, which was echoed by the other spectators. Gorph staggered dizzily to his feet; but before he was fully erect von Horst clamped the same hold upon him, and once again whirled and threw him. When Gorph arose this time, dizzy and befuddled, the other was standing over him. His fists were clenched, one arm was back ready to deliver a blow to the bewhiskered chin that would have put the Mammoth Man out for good; but then his rage left him as suddenly as it had come.
'The next time you try anything like that on me, Gorph, I'll kill you,' he said. 'Pick up your spear and go along. I'll follow.'
He had given no thought as to what the reaction of the other Mammoth Men might be to his attack upon one of their fellows; nor had he cared; but their laughter assured him that they had enjoyed the discomfiture of Gorph, as they would probably enjoy the discomfiture of any creature. Gorph stood for a moment, hesitant. He heard the laughter and the taunts of his fellows. He was trembling with rage; but he looked at the man who had bested him, standing there waiting to best him again; and his courage proved unequal to his anger.
He stepped over to retrieve his spear, and as he passed von Horst he spoke in a low tone of voice. 'I'll kill you yet,' he said.
The European shrugged and followed him. Gorph walked to a ladder and started to ascend. 'See that nothing
