Raja whined. And so we walked on together toward Thuria—I talking to
the beast at my side, and he seeming to enjoy my company no less than I
enjoyed his. If you don’t think it’s lonesome wandering all by yourself
through savage, unknown Pellucidar, why, just try it, and you will not
wonder that I was glad of the company of this first dog—this living
replica of the fierce and now extinct hyaenodon of the outer crust that
hunted in savage packs the great elk across the snows of southern
France, in the days when the mastodon roamed at will over the broad
continent of which the British Isles were then a part, and perchance
left his footprints and his bones in the sands of Atlantis as well.
Thus I dreamed as we moved on toward Thuria. My dreaming was rudely
shattered by a savage growl from Raja. I looked down at him. He had
stopped in his tracks as one turned to stone. A thin ridge of stiff
hair bristled along the entire length of his spine. His yellow green
eyes were fastened upon the scrubby jungle at our right.
I fastened my fingers in the bristles at his neck and turned my eyes in
the direction that his pointed. At first I saw nothing. Then a slight
movement of the bushes riveted my attention. I thought it must be some
wild beast, and was glad of the primitive weapons I had taken from the
bodies of the warriors who had attacked me.
Presently I distinguished two eyes peering at us from the vegetation. I
took a step in their direction, and as I did so a youth arose and fled
precipitately in the direction we had been going. Raja struggled to be
after him, but I held tightly to his neck, an act which he did not seem
to relish, for he turned on me with bared fangs.
I determined that now was as good a time as any to discover just how
deep was Raja’s affection for me. One of us could be master, and
logically I was the one. He growled at me. I cuffed him sharply across
the nose. He looked it me for a moment in surprised bewilderment, and
then he growled again. I made another feint at him, expecting that it
would bring him at my throat; but instead he winced and crouched down.
Raja was subdued!
I stooped and patted him. Then I took a piece of the rope that
constituted a part of my equipment and made a leash for him.
Thus we resumed our journey toward Thuria. The youth who had seen us
was evidently of the Thurians. That he had lost no time in racing
homeward and spreading the word of my coming was evidenced when we had
come within sight of the clearing, and the village—the first real
village, by the way, that I had ever seen constructed by human
Pellucidarians. There was a rude rectangle walled with logs and
boulders, in which were a hundred or more thatched huts of similar
construction. There was no gate. Ladders that could be removed by night
led over the palisade.
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