"Let Man desert his cities for a decade," said Sheng-ti sombrely, "and the jungles will reclaim her own. The hardy grass will shatter these roads, impervious to wheel and boot. The tendril will bruise the rock, the soft shoot bring ruin to walls which withstand the battering-ram. Thus ever Nature reclaims such little space as Man borrows for his brief moment." Ramey said, "I guess you're right. It doesn't take long either, does it? Even in our young country, the United States, we have ghost-towns. Abandoned cities, now overgrown with weeds, already crumbling into decay." And then, because his soldier instincts always lay closer to the front of his mind than any other, his thoughts returned to the main problem confronting them. "What I can't see is just what we're going to do about Ravana, anyway. If that bodyguard is any sample of his army, he has a tough force to overcome. Giants, every one of them. And Sugriva's 'militia' is nothing but a few, scantily-armed companies of trained apes!" * * * * * The Buddhist priest glanced at him searchingly. "I should not dismiss them so lightly, Ramey Winters." "But that's all they are! Monkeys masquerading as men. Talking baboons, dressed in mens' clothing--" His companion made a swift, indecipherable gesture. It might have been one of annoyance; it might have held some unknown religious symbolism. His voice was sharp, reproving. "You know not whereof you speak, child of a younger culture! Hark ye! We of China are old; much lore had we forgotten before your white-skinned forebears built their first hopeful empire. In our ancient annals are tales ... legends of those jungle-bred warriors you call 'ape-men.' And great is the honor our elders paid to them. The _Chu-King_ tells of a day when their prowess saved all earth for mankind--" "Maybe so," said Ramey dubiously, "but they don't look much like fighters to me. Their captain--what's his name?--Kohrisan; a posing little jackanapes if I ever saw one." "And what is Man himself," asked Sheng-ti, "but an ape bereft of his tail? No, Ramey Winters, you have not read aright the character of Kohrisan. I have talked with him. I know that beneath that hairy breast, beneath those over-gaudy habiliments, there beats a heart as warmly human as mine--or yours. It was a great thing the governor Sugriva did when he created out of the beasts of the jungle these new men." It was Ramey's turn to stare. This was something he had not known before. A marvel it had not occurred to him to question. "_Created!_ Sugriva created--?"