plunged with untiring energy into the stupendous tasks before him.
He was at once the life, the brain, the inspiration of the colony. Without him all must have perished. In the hollow of his hand he held them, every one; and he alone it was who wrought some measure of reconstruction in the smitten settlement.
Once Beatrice was out of danger, he turned his attention to the others. He administered his treatment and regimen with a strong hand, and allowed no opposition. Under his direction a little cemetery grew in the palisade —a mournful sight for this early stage in the reconstruction of the world.
Here the Folk, according to their own custom, marked the graves with totem emblems as down in the Abyss, and at night they wailed and chanted there under the bright or misty moon; and day by day the number of graves increased till more than twenty crowned the cliff.
The two Anthropoids were not buried, however, but were thrown into the river from the place where they had been shot down while rolling rocks over the edge. They vanished in a tumbling, eddying swirl, misshapen and hideous to the last.
With his accustomed energy he set his men to work repairing the damage as well as possible, rearranging the living quarters, and bringing order out of chaos. Beta was now able to sit up a little. Allan decided she must have had a touch of brain-fever.
But in his thankfulness at her recovery he took no great thought as to the nature of the disease.
“Thank God, you’re on the road to full recovery now, dear!” he said to her on the tenth day as they sat together in the sun before the home cave. “A mighty close call for you—and for the boy, too! Without that good old goat what mightn’t have happened? She’ll be a privileged character for life in these diggings.”
Beta laughed, and with a thin hand stroked his hair as he bent over her.
“Do you remember those funny goat-pictures Powers used to draw, a thousand years ago?” she asked. “Well, he ought to be here now to make a sketch of you handing one to our kiddums? But—it was no joke, after all, was it? It was life and death for him!”
He kissed her tenderly, and for a while they said nothing. Then he asked:
“You’re really feeling much—much better to-day?
“Awfully much! Why, I’m nearly well again! In a day or two I’ll be at work, just as though nothing had happened at all.”
“No, no; you must rest a while. Just so you’re better, that’s enough for me.”
Beatrice was really gaining fast. The fever had at least left her with an insatiable appetite.
Allan decided she was now well enough again to nurse the baby. So he and the famous goat were mutually spared many a mauvais quart d’heure.
Tallying up matters and things on the evening of the twelfth day, as they sat once more on the terrace in front of Cliff Villa, he inventoried the situation thus:
1—Twenty-six of the Folk are dead. 2—H’yemba is disposed of—praise be! 3—Forty still survive—twenty- eight men, nine women, three children. Of these forty, thirty-three are sound. 4—The Pauillac is lost. 5—The bridge is destroyed, and eight of the caves are gone. 6—The entire forest area to the northward, as far as the eye can reach, is totally devastated. 7—The Horde is wiped out.
“Some good items and some bad, you see, in this trial balance,” he commented as he checked up the items. “It means a fresh start in some ways, and no end of work. But, after all, the damage isn’t fatal, as it might easily have been. We’re about a thousand times better off than there was any hope for.”
“You haven’t counted in your own wounds just healing, or the terrific time you had with the Horde,” suggested Beatrice. “How in this world you ever got through I don’t see.”
“I don’t either. It was a miracle, that’s all. From the place where I descended for a little repair work, and where they suddenly attacked us, to the colony, can’t be less than one hundred and fifty miles. And such hills, valleys, jungles! Perfectly unimaginable difficulties. Beta! Now that I look back on it myself, I don’t see how I ever got here.”
“They killed both the men you had with you?”
“Yes; but one of them not till the second day. You see, the carburetor got clogged and wouldn’t spray properly. I realized I could never reach Settlement Cliffs without overhauling it. So I scouted for a likely place to land, far from any sign of the cursed signal-fires.
“Well, we hadn’t been on the ground fifteen minutes before I’m blest if one of my men didn’t hear the brushwood crackling to eastward.
“‘O Kromno, master!’ said he, clutching my arm, ‘there come creatures—many creatures—through the forest! Let us go!’
“I listened and heard it, too; and somehow—subconsciously, I guess—I knew an advance-guard of the Horde was on us!
“It was night, of course. My search-light was still burning, throwing a powerful white glare into the thicket about a quarter-mile away, beyond the sand-barren where I had taken earth. I turned it off, for I remembered how much better the Folk could see without artificial light in our night atmosphere.
“‘Tell me, do you see anything?’ I whispered.
“The other fellow pointed.
“‘There, there!’ he exclaimed. ‘Little people! Many little people coming through the trees!’
“For a moment I was paralyzed. What to do? There was no time now for a getaway, even if the machine hadn’t been out of order. My mind was in a whirl, a rout, an utter panic. I confess, Beatrice, for once I was scared absolutely blue—”
“No wonder’ Who could have helped being?”
“Because you see, there was no way out. Lord knew how many of the little fiends were closing in on us; they might be on all sides. The country was much broken and absolutely new to me. I had no defenses to fight from, and it was night. Could anything have been worse?”
“Go on, dear! What next?”
“Well, the Horde was coming on fast, and the darts beginning to patter in, so I saw we couldn’t stay there. I had some vague idea of stratagem, I remember—some notion of leading the devils away on a long chase, outdistancing them and then swinging round to the machine again by daylight, and possibly fixing it up in time to skip out for home. But—”
“But it didn’t work out that way?”
“Hardly! I emptied my automatics into the brown of the advancing pack, and then retreated, flanked by my two men. They were keen to fight, the Merucaans were—always ready for a mix—but I knew too much about the poisoned arrows to let ’em. We stumbled off through the woods at a good gait, crashing away like elephants, while always, apelike, creeping and hideous, the little hairy beast-people stole and slithered among the palms.”
Beatrice shuddered.
“Heavens!” she exclaimed. “I—I’d have died of sheer fright!”
“I didn’t feel like dying of fright, but I infernally near died of rage when in about five minutes I saw a flicker of flame through the jungle, and then a brighter glare.”
“They burned the Pauillac?”
“I guess so. I never went back to see. They probably burned the planes, and tried to batter up the rest of it with rocks and things. They wrecked it all right enough, I guess. That was for the attack we made on ’em from its safe elevation at the bungalow. Well—”
“What then?”
“I can hardly remember. We trekked south, as near as I could reckon it, or south by east, with New Hope River as our objective-point. Oh, what’s the use trying to tell it all? You know the jungle at night?”
“Wild beasts, you mean?”
“And snakes, Beta! Some sensation to step on a copperhead and then leap off just in time to miss the snap of the fangs, eh?”
“Oh, don’t Allan! Don’t!”
“All right; I’ll skip that part. Anyhow, we hiked till daybreak, when my men began to complain of severe pain in the eyes. I had to stop and rig up some shields for them, and smear their hands and faces with mud to
