us from heavy sling-shots. Some of my men went down, and immediately I gave the order to fire.
I could see by their manner how astonished the bearded warriors were at the sound and effect of the rifles; but I will say for them that they were mighty courageous, for though the sound and the smoke must have been terrifying they never hesitated, but came on toward us even more rapidly. Then they did something that I had never seen done before nor since in the inner world. They lighted torches, made of what I afterward learned to be a resinous reed, and hurled them among us.
These torches gave off volumes of acrid black smoke that blinded and choked us. By the effects that the smoke had upon me, I know what it must have had upon my men; but I can only speak for myself, because, blinded and choking, I was helpless. I could not see the enemy, and so I could not fire at them in self-defense. I wanted to jump into the river and escape the smoke; but I knew that if I did that I should be immediately devoured by the ferocious creatures lurking beneath the surface.
I felt myself losing consciousness, and then hands seized me, and I knew that I was being dragged somewhere just as consciousness left me.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying bound in the bottom of a canoe among the hairy legs of the warriors who had captured me. Above me, and rather close on either hand, I could see rocky cliffs; so I knew that we were paddling through a narrow gorge. I tried to sit up; but one of the warriors kicked me in the face with a sandaled foot and pushed me down again.
They were discussing the battle in loud, gruff voices, shouting back and forth the length of the boat as first one and then another sought to make himself heard and express his individual theory as to the strange weapon that shot fire and smoke with a thunderous noise and dealt death at a great distance. I could easily understand them, as they spoke the language that is common to all human beings in Pellucidar, insofar as I know, for I have never heard another. Why all races and tribes, no matter how far separated, speak this one language, I do not know. It has always been a mystery to both Perry and myself.
Perry suggests that it may be a basic, primitive language that people living in the same environment with identical problems and surroundings would naturally develop to express their thoughts. Perhaps he is right-I do not know; but it is as good an explanation as any.
They kept on arguing about our weapons, and getting nowhere, until finally the warrior who had kicked me in the face said, 'The prisoner, has got his senses back. He can tell us how sticks can be made to give forth smoke and flame and kill warriors a long way off.'
'We can make him give us the secret,' said another, 'and then we can kill all the warriors of Gef and Julok and take all their men for ourselves.'
I was a little puzzled by that remark, for it seemed to me that if they killed all the warriors there would be no men left; and then, as I looked more closely at my bearded, hairy captors, the strange, the astounding truth suddenly dawned upon me. These warriors were not men; they were women.
'Who wants any more men?' said another. 'I don't. Those that I have give me enough trouble-gossiping, nagging, never doing their work properly. After a hard day hunting or fighting, I get all worn out beating them after I get home.'
'The trouble with you, Rhump,' said a third, 'you're too easy with your men. You let them run all over you.'
Rhump was the lady who had kicked me in the face. She may have been a soft-hearted creature; but she didn't impress me as such from my brief acquaintance with her. She had legs like a pro-football guard, and ears like a cannoneer. I couldn't imagine her letting anyone get away with anything because of a soft heart.
'Well,' she replied, 'all I can say, Fooge, is that if I had such a mean-spirited set of weaklings as your men are, I might not have as much trouble; but I like a little spirit in my men.'
'Don't say anything about my men,' shouted Fooge, as she aimed a blow at Rhump's head with a paddle.
Rhump dodged, and sat up in the boat reaching for her sling-shot, when a stentorian voice from the stern of the canoe shouted, 'Sit down, and shut up.'
I looked in the direction of the voice to see a perfectly enormous brute of a creature with a bushy black beard and close-set eyes. One look at her explained why the disturbance ceased immediately and Rhump and Fooge settled back on their thwarts. She was Gluck, the chief; and I can well imagine that she might have gained her position by her prowess.
Gluck fixed her bloodshot eyes upon me. 'What is your name?' she bellowed.
'David,' I replied.
'Where are you from?'
'From the land of Sari .'
'How do you make sticks kill with smoke and a loud noise?' she demanded.
From what I had heard of their previous conversation, I knew that the question would eventually be forthcoming; and I had my answer ready for I knew that they could never understand a true explanation of rifles and gunpowder. 'It is done by magic known only to the men of Sari,' I replied.
'Hand him your paddle, Rhump,' ordered Gluck.
As I took the paddle, I thought that she was going to make me help propel the canoe; but that was not in her mind at all.
'Now,' she said, 'use your magic to make smoke and a loud noise come from that stick; but see that you do not kill anybody.'
'It is the wrong kind of a stick,' I said. 'I can do nothing with it;' and handed it back to Rhump.
'What kind of a stick is it, then?' she demanded.
'It is a very strong reed that grows only in Sari,' I replied.
'I think you are lying to me. After we get to Oog, you had better find some of those sticks, if you know what's good for you.'
As they paddled up through the narrow gorge, they got to discussing me. I may say that they were quite unreserved in their comments. The consensus of opinion seemed to be that I was too feminine to measure up to their ideal of what a man should be.
'Look at his arms and legs,' said Fooge. 'He's muscled like a woman.'
'No sex appeal at all,' commented Rhump.
'Well, we can put him to work with the other slaves,' said Gluck. 'He might even help with the fighting if the village is raided.'
Fooge nodded. 'That's about all he'll be good for.'
Presently we came out of the gorge into a large valley where I could see open plains and forests, and on the right bank of the river a village. This was the village of Oog , our destination, the village of which Gluck was the chief.
Chapter III
OOG WAS a primitive village. The walls of the huts were built of a bamboo-like reed set upright in the ground and interwoven with a long, tough grass. The roofs were covered with many layers of large leaves. In the center of the village was Gluck's hut, which was larger than the others which surrounded it in a rude circle. There was no palisade and no means of defense. Like their village, these people were utterly primitive, their culture being of an extremely low order. They fabricated a few earthenware vessels, which bore no sort of decoration, and wove a few very crude baskets. Their finest craftsmanship went into the building of their canoes, but even these were very crude affairs. Their slingshots were of the simplest kind. They had a few stone axes and knives, which were considered treasures; and as I never saw any being fabricated while I was among these people, I am of the opinion that they were taken from prisoners who hailed from countries outside the valley. Their smoke-sticks were evidently their own invention, for I have never seen them elsewhere; yet I wonder how much better I could have done with the means at their command.
Perry and I used often to discuss the helplessness of twentieth-century man when thrown upon his own resources. We touch a button and we have light, and think nothing of it; but how many of us could build a generator
