'Yes.'
'And you didn't do anything about it,' she insisted.
'I don't know what you mean,' he said hopelessly.
'If I believed that, I might forgive you; but I don't believe anyone can be such a fool.'
He sought to find some explanation of the riddle; but though he racked his brains, he could think of none. What could he have done about it?
'Perhaps,' said La-ja presently, 'neither one of us understands the other. Tell me just exactly why you insist on going to Lo-har with me; and if your reason is what I am beginning to suspect it is, I'll tell you why I have not liked you.'
'That's a bet,' exclaimed the man. 'I want to go to Lo-har because—'
Two bison-men burst into the hut, cutting him short. 'Come!' they commanded. 'Now Kru is going to have you killed.'
XX – THE BELLOWING HERD
THE TWO Ganaks motioned La-ja to accompany them. 'Kru has sent for you, too,' they said; 'but he is not going to kill you,' they added, grinning.
As they passed through the village toward the hut of the chief, many of the Ganaks were lying in the shade of the numerous trees that grew within the compound. Some were eating the grass that had been cut by the slaves; others were placidly chewing their cuds, drowsing with half-closed eyes. Some of the children played sporadically and briefly, but the adults neither played nor laughed nor conversed. They were typical ruminants, seemingly as stupid. They wore neither ornaments nor clothing, nor had they any weapons.
To their lack of weapons, coupled with their stupidity, von Horst attributed the fact that they had not relieved him of his. He still had his bow and arrows and a knife, though he had not recovered his spear, which he had dropped during the fight following his slaying of Drovan.
The prisoners were led before Kru who lay in the shade of the great tree that overspread his hut, the hut that had been Drovan's so recently. He looked at them through his red-rimmed eyes, but mostly he looked at La-ja. 'You belong to me,' he said to her; 'you belong to the chief. Pretty soon you go in hut; now you stay outside, watch gilak man die. You will see how you die if you make Kru mad.' Then he turned to a bull lying beside him. 'Splay, go tell the slaves to bring the dancing-water and the death-tree.'
'What's the idea?' demanded von Horst. 'Why should you kill me? If it hadn't been for me you wouldn't be chief.'
'Too many men slaves,' grunted Kru. 'They eat too much. Dancing-water good; death-tree fun.'
'Fun for whom—me?'
'No, fun for Ganaks; no fun for gilak.'
Presently Splay returned with a number of slaves. Several of the men carried a small tree that had been stripped of its branches; other men and the women bore quantities of small sticks and rude jars and gourds filled with a liquid.
At sight of them the bison-men commenced to gather from all parts of the village; their women came too, but the young were chased away. They sat down forming a great circle about the tree before the chiefs hut. A slave passed a jar to one in the circle. He took a long draught and passed it to the next in line. Thus it started around the circle. The slaves bearing the other gourds and jars followed it around just outside the circle. When it had been emptied another was started at that point.
The men slaves who bore the small tree trunk dug a hole in the ground in an open space between the chief’s hut and the village gate. When the hole was sufficiently deep they set the tree upright in it and tamped dirt around it. It protruded about six feet above the surface of the ground. And while this was going on many gourds and jars had been passed around the circle. Now men and women were bellowing, and presently a woman arose and began to leap and skip in clumsy, awkward simulation of a dance. Soon others joined her, both men and women, until all the adults of the village were leaping and staggering and lurching about the compound.
'Dancing-water,' said von Horst to La-ja, with a grin.
'Yes, it is the water that takes men's brains away. Sometimes it makes brave men of cowards and beasts of brave men and always fools of all men. Gaz drinks much of it before he kills.'
'That must be the tree of death over there.' Von Horst nodded in the direction of the sapling the slaves had finished setting up. Now they were piling dry grass and leaves and sticks all around it.
'The death-tree!' whispered La-ja. 'What is it for?'
'For me,' said the man.
'But how? I do not understand. It can't be that they are going to—. Oh, no; they can't be.'
'But they are, La-ja. Odd, isn't it?'
'What is odd?'
'That these creatures that are so near the beasts couldn't think of such a thing by themselves nor accomplish it. That only man of all the animals has the faculty of devising torture for amusement.'
'I had never thought of that,' she said; 'but it is true, and it is also true that only man makes the drink that steals away his brains and makes him like the beasts.'
'Not like the beasts, La-ja—only more human; for it removes his inhibitions and permits him to be himself.'
She did not reply, but stood staring at the stake in the center of the compound, fascinated. Von Horst watched her lovely profile, wondering what was passing in that half savage little brain. He knew that the end must be nearing rapidly, but he had made no move to escape the horrible death the slaves were preparing for him. If there had been only himself to consider, he could have made a break for liberty and died fighting; but there was the girl. He wanted to save her far more than he wanted to save himself.
All about them the bison-men were dancing and bellowing. He heard Kru shout, 'Fire! Fire! Give us a fire to dance around. More dance-water! Bring more dance-water, slaves!'
As the slaves refilled the jars and gourds, others built a large fire near the stake; and the bellowing herd immediately commenced to circle it. With the lighting of the fire the demeanor of the bison-men became more uncontrolled, more boisterous, and more bestial; and with the added stimulus of the new supply of drink they threw aside all discretion.
To right and left they were falling to the ground—those remaining on their feet so drunk that they could scarcely stagger. Then some one raised the cry, 'The gilak! To the death-tree with him!'
It was taken up on all sides by those who could still speak, and then Kru came staggering toward von Horst.
'To the death-tree with him!' he bellowed. 'The girl!' he exclaimed. It was as though he had forgotten her until his eyes fell on her on that minute. 'Come with me! You are Kru's.' He reached out a dirty paw to seize her.
'Not so fast!' said von Horst, stepping between them; then he struck Kru in the face, knocking him down, seized La-ja by the hand and started to run for the village gate, which the slaves had left open when they brought in the tree and the fire-wood. Behind them was the whole herd of bison-men, bellowing with rage as they commenced to get it through their befuddled minds that the prisoners were making a break for escape. In front of them were the slaves. Would they try to stop them? Von Horst dropped La-ja's hand and removed his now useless cartridge belt. Useless? Not quite. A slave tried to stop him, and he swung the loaded belt to the side of his head, knocking him down.
That and one look at von Horst's face sent the other slaves scurrying out of his way, but now some of the bison-men were taking up the pursuit. However, a single backward glance assured von Horst that either he or La-ja could out-distance them at the moment; as they had difficulty in remaining on their feet at all, while those that did moved about so erratically as to make the idea of pursuit by them appear ridiculous. Nevertheless, they were coming, and the gate was a long way off. To von Horst's disgust, he saw that a few of the bison-men were steadying. But their vile drink held most of them in a state of helplessness. A few, however, had rallied and formed a definitely menacing group as they followed the two fugitives.
