"I bow to the Father," replied Anak, suiting his action to his word. "The tribe of Ugar has gained three members." "Three?" asked Uglik. "The maiden, Una, was not slain, but borne away alive by the cousins of Gumor. I have rescued her and she waits in the valley of plenty." "Then Degar Astok was right when he told me he should have a new High Priestess," said Uglik, licking his lips. "She shall come to my cave and take the place of that worn-out hag, Esle." "She will dwell in mine," said Anak shortly. "I have taken her for mine and I will not give her up." "The word of the Father is the law of the tribe," said Uglik. "That is true. I ask that the maiden whom I have taken in war be given to me in peace." "The maiden, Una, dwells in the Father's cave!" said Uglik. "Then cry I rannag on you, Uglik, the Father!" cried Anak. "I challenge you to the fight to death, which you may not refuse and continue to rule." "And on you I pass the death word!" shouted Uglik. "Hunters--" "The Father may not pass the death word on one who has cried rannag," retorted Anak. "Such is the law!" "Such is the law!" echoed the hunters, glad of an excuse not to attack the two hunters of whose prowess they knew so much. Uglik looked from one group to the other. "When the sun starts to rest, the rannag will be fought," he answered. "When I have slain this traitor, Una becomes High Priestess. Hunters, bind the hag, Esle, that she may not escape. Anak, lead the way to the valley of plenty." * * * * * Packing up was a simple matter for the tribe of Ugar. In five minutes they were following Anak to the valley of the Neanderthalers. When they arrived, Uglik picked out the largest of the caves, and told the hunters to choose their own. In a few minutes the tribe was established in their new home. Esle was released from her bonds, for it was essential that the High Priestess of Degar Astok prepare the ground for the rannag. Anak and Invar walked slowly up to the cave where Una waited. "Uglik is a mighty warrior," said Invar doubtfully. "So is Anak," was the reply. "Further, I have a plan." "Then are Uglik's days numbered," replied Invar with delight. "Tell me what I am to do to aid you." "When we get to the cave, you may cut off my hair and beard." Invar started back aghast. "Your strength will go with it," he protested. "The glory of the warrior is his beard." "I do not believe it," said Anak. "By cutting it, I will rob Uglik of a handhold he could use to my downfall. Fear not, I know what I am doing." With a flint knife, Invar slowly and painfully hacked off Anak's long hair and beard. When the operation was over, Anak smeared himself plentifully with the fat of a wild pig which had fallen to one of Invar's spears the day before. When he was ready, he threw himself down to sleep. When he had dropped off to slumber, Una rose. She took the liver of the pig from the back of the cave and approached the doorway.