"But, yes; did you not know? Sugriva is a wise man. He realized that the difference between man and the lower ape is slight. And he is a brilliant technician in matters pertaining to the brain. Kohrisan and the troops he leads are jungle creatures educated by Sugriva, given human thought and a knowledge of human tongues by the _vilyishna_.[9] The governor Sugriva's dream brought to fruition ... a proud, new race of intelligent beings hand-forged from Nature's rawest materials. A race of new men." [Footnote 9: _vilyishna_: A Gaanelian machine which transfers knowledge from one brain to another by rearranging the electrical thought-patterns.--Ed.] "New men!" repeated Ramey. "A race of new men!" "Yes. But, now--" They had rounded a curve in the road; Sheng-ti's voice assumed a note of warning--"Quiet, my son! For we have come to the ferry-port!" And Ramey saw that the sluggish stream beside which they walked had now widened, disgorging into a gigantic body of water. Its name he knew. It was the Tonlé Sap, the Great Lake of Indo-China. A tremendous expanse of brazen blue, 70 miles long and fifteen wide. And in its center, secure as if surrounded by barrier walls of steel, nestled a mist-veiled island which Ramey knew must be the stronghold of the Martian lord, Ravana. The citadel isle of Lanka. * * * * * But scant was the attention he could give this place now. For there was great activity before them. On the shore of the lake, but a few hundred yards distant, were numberless quais and wharves. These landing-docks were aswarm with the warriors of Ravana--and others! Small, frightened Annamese, bewildered little yellow men huddled together in tiny groups--no, not merely huddled! Chained! Chained in long queues, saw Ramey, and being herded into an endless stream of ferries shuttling back and forth across the lake! He turned to Sheng-ti. "Sugriva was right! Ravana _is_ enslaving the natives! These men do not _want_ to be taken to Lanka. They're being _forced_ there!" "Quiet!" warned Sheng-ti. A frown creased his forehead; he moved as if to draw Ramey back with him into the shadow of overhanging brush. "This ruins our plan, Ramey Winters. We dare go to Lanka as freemen, but not as slaves--" His warning, his change of heart, came too late. For interrupting him there came a loud cry from one of the Videlian soldiers. "_Over there! Two more of them!_" And before the pair could move a step, they were surrounded and seized by giant sons of the desert planet. CHAPTER XII An Enemy's Life