Prehistoric peoples -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Wrestlers -- Fiction; Wrestling -- Fiction
And before Allerdyce could do more than turn, Finster was on him. What
made Ed Finster do what he did was never explained. Perhaps the
realization of what had happened came to the man. Perhaps his mind,
twisted by jealousy and hate snapped at that moment. Whatever the
reason, he turned on Allerdyce. It was the signal for a general
battle. For of all the cavemen who were present, only one was
quick-witted enough to take advantage of the situation. This one was
one of the two who had come forward with Sobar.
He yelled:
"Gomar is now chief. One of the Spirits is on our side.... Kill Ugg
and his...."
Had it been one of the cavemen attacking, Allerdyce would have managed
to get away for the moment he needed to recover. But it wasn't. It was
a trained wrestler, one who knew all the tricks, who had leaped at
him. So Finster worked his surprise vantage for all it was worth.
But even then Allerdyce might have won out had it not been for Gomar's
call to arms. His men forgot the booty they had taken, the women and
children and leaped forward with savage shouts, spears and clubs used
indiscriminately. Allerdyce had broken Finster's first hold, and was
turning to get a grip on the other, when a club thrown by one of the
cavemen caught him a blow on the temple and stretched him senseless to
the ground.
* * * * *
Allerdyce's awakening this time was not as pleasant as before. Someone
was kicking him in the face. He opened his eyes, one of them anyway.
The other was closed shut. He was in a cave. It was a smelly cave, the
walls blackened from the smoke of many fires. Nor was he alone. He
tried to move his arms and discovered he had been securely bound.
Suddenly from behind, a foot came swinging out and pain shot up the
side of his jaw as the bare toes connected with it.
"Enough," a voice called.
"Aah! I've been wanting to do this for a long time," Ed Finster said.
There was disgust in Gomar's voice as he replied:
"The Great Spirit has small men for messengers.... Remove the other's
bonds."
"Hey!" Finster yelped in protest.
But no one paid attention. Hands tore the fibre ropes loose from about
Allerdyce's figure and helped him to his feet where he stood swaying
like a tree in a high wind.
"The Great Spirit sent two messengers," Gomar said. "But He had a
reason. One was sent to conquer Sobar so that I could become chief.
The other was to conquer you. The light is clear.... Take him to the
women...."
Only Finster laughed at the edict. He had reason for the laughter. In
all the years of their association Allerdyce had never been known to
go for the fillies. And now he was to be thrown to a pack of them.
With that puss, Finster thought, they'd throw him right back.
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