happens to him, Gorph,' shouted Mamth. 'He’ll be a good one for the little canyon.'
'You see,' remarked von Horst, 'that between Mamth and me it'll be best for your health that you treat me well.'
Gorph mumbled in his beard as he climbed to the third tier of caves, von Horst following him upward. Here the mammoth-man followed the wide ledge to the right and stopped before a large entrance in which squatted three women. One was middle-aged, the other two much younger. Of these, she who appeared to be the elder was short and squat like Gorph, an unprepossessing girl with a sinister countenance. Their only clothing was scanty loin cloths.
'Who is that?' demanded the woman.
'Another mouth to feed,' grumbled Gorph; 'one of the prisoners that Trog brought in. We keep him and guard him, but if he falls off the cliff it will not be my fault.'
The elder of the two girls grinned. 'He might,' she said.
The man walked to the younger girl and kicked her. 'Get me food,' he growled, 'and be quick about it.'
The girl winced and scurried into the cave. Gorph squatted beside the other two women. The elder was fashioning a pair of sandals with soles of mammoth-hide; the other just sat staring vacantly at nothing.
Gorph eyed her, scowling. 'How much longer shall I have to hunt for you, Grum?' demanded Gorph. 'Why don't you get a man? Won't any of them have you?'
'Shut up,' growled Grum. 'If they won't have me it's because I look like you—because I am like you. If you'd been a woman you'd never have had a mate. I hate you.'
Gorph leaned over and struck her in the face. 'Get out of here!' he cried; 'go get yourself a man.'
'Leave her alone,' said the older woman wearily.
'Keep out of this,' warned Gorph, 'or I'll kick your ribs in.'
The woman sighed.
'That is all that Mumal does,' sneered Grum. 'She just sits and sighs—she and that monkey-faced Lotai. Sometimes I could kill them both.'
'You are a bad daughter,' said Mumal. 'The time that I bore you was a bad time indeed.'
'Get out!' growled Gorph. 'I told you to get out.' He pointed a stubby finger at Grum.
'Try to put me out,' snapped the girl. 'I'd scratch out your eyes. Get me a man. If you were any good, you'd get men for both your daughters. You're a coward. You're afraid to fight men for us.'
'If I ever made a man marry you he'd sneak up behind me in the woods the first chance he got and kill me.'
'I'd help him,' said Grum.
'Lotai!' bellowed Gorph. 'Where is the food?'
'Coming!' called the girl from the interior of the cave, and a moment later she came with a handful of dried meat. She tossed it on the ground in front of Gorph and backed away to the far corner of the entrance, where she sat in huddled misery.
Gorph attacked the meat like a ravenous wolf, breaking off great hunks between his powerful teeth and swallowing them whole.
'Water!' he snapped, when he had finished.
The girl called Lotai arose and hurried back into the cave. A moment later she returned with a gourd which she handed to Gorph.
'That is all,' she said; 'there is no more water.'
Gorph gulped it down and arose. 'I am going to sleep now,' he said. 'I'll kill anyone who awakens me. Mumal, you and Grum go for water. Lotai, watch the prisoner. If he tries to escape, scream; and I'll come out and —'
'And what?' inquired von Horst.
'Do as I told you,' said Gorph to the women, ignoring von Horst's query; then he lumbered into the cave.
The two older women followed him, returning shortly each with a large gourd; then they descended the ladders on their way for water. Von Horst looked at the young girl who had been left to guard him. Now that the others had gone the strained expression that had clouded her face had disappeared, and she was more beautiful than before.
'Happy family,' he remarked.
She looked at him questioningly. 'Do you think so?' she asked. 'Perhaps the others are happy, though they do not seem so. I know that I am not.'
Once again von Horst was faced with the literal-mindedness of the stone age. He was reminded of La- ja.
'I was only laughing with words,' he explained.
'Oh,' she said, 'I see. You do not really think that we are happy?'
'Is it always like this?' he demanded.
'Sometimes it is worse; but when Mumal and I are alone, we are happy. Grum hates me because I am pretty and she is not; Gorph hates everyone. I think he even hates himself.'
'It is strange that you have no mate,' said von Horst; 'you are very good-looking.'
'No man will take me because he would have to take Grum, too, if Gorph insisted—that is a law of the Mammoth Men. You see, she is older than I; and should have a man first.'
'What did Grum mean when she said that Gorph was afraid to fight men for you?'
'If we picked out men that we wanted they would have to take us if Gorph fought them and won; but I would not wish a man that way. I would wish my man to want me so much that he would fight to get me.'
'And that is the only way that Grum could get a mate?' asked von Horst.
'Yes, because she has no brother to fight for her, nor any friend to do it for her.'
'You mean that any man who would fight for her could get her a mate?'
'Why, yes; but who would do it?'
'A friend might,' he said; 'or any man who wanted you badly enough.'
She shook her head. 'It is not so easy as that. If a man who was not her father or brother fought for her and lost, he would have to take her. And Grum has made it even worse by choosing Horg as the man she wishes to mate with. No one could defeat Horg. He is the biggest and strongest man in the tribe.'
'Rather a precarious method of getting a mate,' mused von Horst. 'If your man is vanquished, you get him; but you may get a corpse.'
'No,' she explained. 'They fight with bare hands until one of them gives up. Sometimes they are badly hurt, but seldom is any one killed.'
They sat in silence for a while, the girl watching the man intently. Von Horst was thinking of La-ja and wondering what fate had befallen her. He was sad in the knowledge that she had passed out of his life forever—the haughty, imperious little slave girl who hated him. He wondered if she really did hate him. There were times when he doubted that she did. He shook his head. Who could ever understand a woman?
Lotai stirred. 'What is your name?' she asked.
'Von,' he replied.
'I think you are a very nice man,' she said.
'Thank you. I think you are a very nice girl.'
'You are not like any man I have ever seen before. I think you are a man that I would trust. You would never beat me. You would always be kind, and you would talk to me as men talk to men. That is something our men never do. At first, maybe, they are nice; but soon they only speak to give orders or to scold.
'Oh, some of them are not so bad as others,' she added. 'I think that Gorph, my father, is the worst. He is very bad. He never says a pleasant word to any of us, and he is worse with me than with the others. He beats me and kicks me. I think that he hates me. But that is all right, because I hate him.
'There was one very nice man. I liked him, but he went away and never came back. He must be dead. He was a big man and a great warrior; but he was kind to women and children, and he laughed and was pleasant. The women would all have liked him for a mate, but he never would take a mate to live always in his cave. Thorek was different that way.'
'Thorek?' exclaimed von Horst. 'He did not come back to Ja-ru?'
