valleys. It was rough country where one would least expect to find a village; and so I gave up the search in this direction and turned the nose of my ship back toward the plain where Duare had been captured, intending to start my search from there in another direction.
I was still flying very low, covering once more the ground I had just been over, when my attention was attracted by the figure of a human being walking rapidly across a level mesa. Dropping still lower, I saw that it was a man. He was walking very rapidly and constantly casting glances behind. He had not discovered the ship. Evidently he was too much concerned with whatever was behind him, and presently I saw what it was—one of those ferocious lion-like creatures of Amtor, a tharban. The beast was stalking him; but I knew that it would soon charge, and so I dropped quickly in a steep dive. Nor was I a moment too soon.
As the beast charged, the man turned to face it with his pitifully inadequate spear, for he must have known that flight was futile. I had drawn my Amtorian pistol, charged with its deadly r-ray; and as I flattened out just above the tharban, narrowly missing a crack-up, I let him have it. I think it was more luck than skill that permitted me to hit him at all; and as he rolled over and over on the ground, I banked, circled the man and made a landing behind him. He was the first human being I had seen since the capture of Duare, and I wanted to question him. He was alone, armed only with primitive weapons; and, so, absolutely in my power.
I don't know why he didn't run away; for that airship must have been an appalling thing to him; but he stood his ground even as I taxied up and stopped near him. It may have been that he was just paralyzed by fright. He was a small, rather insignificant looking fellow wearing a loincloth so voluminous as to appear almost a short skirt. About his throat were several necklaces of colored stones and beads, while armlets, bracelets, and anklets similarly fabricated adorned his limbs. His long black hair was coiled in two knots, one upon either temple; and these were ornamented with tiny, colored feathers stuck into them like arrows in a target. He carried a sword, a spear, and a hunting knife.
As I descended from the ship and approached him, he backed away; and his spear arm started back menacingly. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'I don't want to kill you, but if you come any closer I'll have to. What do you want?'
'I don't want to harm you,' I assured him; 'I just want to talk to you.' We spoke in the universal language of Amtor.
'What do you want to talk to me about?—but first tell me why you killed the tharban that was about to kill and eat me?'
'So that it wouldn't kill and eat you.'
He shook his head. 'That is strange. You do not know me; we are not friends; so why should you wish to save my life?'
'Because we are both men,' I told him.
'That is a good idea,' he admitted. 'If all men felt that way we would be treated better than we are. But even then, many of us would be afraid. What is that thing you were riding in? I can see now that it is not alive. Why does it not fall to the ground and kill you?'
I had neither the time nor inclination to explain the science of aerodromics to him; so I told him it stayed up because I made it stay up.
'You must be a very wonderful man,' he said admiringly. 'What is your name?'
'Carson—and yours?'
'Lula,' he replied, and then, ' Carson is a strange name for a man. It sounds more like a woman's name.'
'More so than Lula?' I asked, restraining a smile.
'Oh, my, yes; Lula is a very masculine name. I think it is a very sweet name, too; don't you?'
'Very,' I assured him. 'Where do you live, Lula?'
He pointed in the direction from which I had just come after abandoning hope of finding a village there. 'I live in the village of Houtomai that is in The Narrow Canyon.'
'How far is it?'
'About two klookob,' he estimated.
'Two klookob! That would be five miles of our system of linear measurement, and I had flown back and forth over that area repeatedly and hadn't seen any sign of a village.
'A little while ago I saw a band of warrior women with swords and spears,' I said. 'Do you know where they live?'
'They might live in Houtomai,' he said, 'or in one of several other villages. Oh, we Samary have many villages; we are very powerful. Was one of the women large and powerful and with a deep scar on the left side of her face?'
'I really didn't have much opportunity to observe them closely,' I told him.
'Well, perhaps not. If you'd gotten too close to them you'd be dead now, but I thought maybe Bund might have been with them; then I would have known that they were from Houtomai. Bund, you see, is my mate. She is very strong, and really should be chief.' He said jong, which means king; but chief seems a better title for the leader of a savage tribe, and from my brief intercourse with the ladies of the Samary I could vouch for their savagery.
'Will you take me to Houtomai?' I asked.
'Oh, mercy, no,' he cried. 'They'd kill you, and after your having saved my life I couldn't think of exposing you to danger.'
'Why would they want to kill me?' I demanded. 'I never did anything to them and don't intend to.'
'That doesn't mean anything to the women of the Samary,' he assured me. 'They don't like men very well, and they kill every strange man they find in our country. They'd kill us, too, if they weren't afraid the tribe would become extinct. They do kill some of us occasionally, if they get mad enough. Bund tried to kill me yesterday, but I could run too fast for her. I got away, and I've been hiding out since. I think perhaps she's gotten over her anger by now; so I'm going to sneak back and see.'
'Suppose they captured a strange woman,' I asked. 'What would they do with her?'
'They'd make a slave of her and make her work for them.'
'Would they treat her well?'
'They don't treat anyone well—except themselves; they live on the fat of the land,' he said, resentfully.
'But they wouldn't kill her?' I asked. 'You don't think they'd do that, do you?'
He shrugged. 'They might. Their tempers are very short; and if a slave makes a mistake, she'd certainly be beaten. Often they beat them to death.'
'Are you very fond of Bund?' I asked him.
'Fond of Bund! Who ever heard of a man being fond of a woman? I hate her. I hate them all. But what can I do about it? I must live. If I went to another country, I'd be killed. If I stay here and try to please Bund, I am fed and protected and have a place to sleep. And then, too, we men do have a little fun once in a while. We can sit around and talk while we're making sandals and loincloths, and sometimes we play games—that is, when the women are out hunting or raiding. Oh, it's better than being dead, anyhow.'
'I'm in trouble, Lula; and I'm wondering if you won't help me. You know we men should stick together.'
'What do you want me to do?' he demanded.
'I want you to lead me to the village of Houtomai .'
He looked at me suspiciously, and hesitated.
'Don't forget that I saved your life,' I reminded him.
'That's right,' he said. 'I do owe you something—a debt of gratitude, at least. But why do you want to go to Houtomai?'
'I want to see if my mate is there. She was stolen by some warrior women this morning.'
'Well, why do you want to get her back? I wish some one would steal Bund.'
'You wouldn't understand, Lula,' I told him; 'but I certainly do want to get her back. Will you help me?'
'I could take you as far as the mouth of The Narrow Canyon,' he said; 'but I couldn't take you into the village. They'd kill us both. They'll kill you when you get there, anyway. If you had black hair you might escape notice, but that funny yellow hair of yours would give you away the very first thing. Now, if you had black hair, you could sneak in after dark and come into one of the men's caves. That way you might escape notice for a long time. Even if some of the women saw you, they wouldn't know the difference. They don't pay much attention to any but their own men.'
'But wouldn't the men give me away?'
