And as I saw Juag’s predicament I saw, too, in the same instant, a way
to relieve him. Leaping quickly to the side of the fellow I had just
felled, I snatched up my fallen revolver. It was a desperate chance to
take, and I realized it in the instant that I threw the gun up from my
hip and pulled the trigger. There was no time to aim. Juag was upon the
very brink of the chasm. His relentless foe was pushing him hard,
beating at him furiously with the heavy knife.
And then the revolver spoke—loud and sharp. The giant threw his hands
above his head, whirled about like a huge top, and lunged forward over
the precipice.
And Juag?
He cast a single affrighted glance in my direction—never before, of
course, had he heard the report of a firearm—and with a howl of dismay
he, too, turned and plunged headforemost from sight. Horror-struck, I
hastened to the brink of the abyss just in time to see two splashes
upon the surface of the little cove below.
For an instant I stood there watching with Dian at my side. Then, to my
utter amazement, I saw Juag rise to the surface and swim strongly
toward the boat.
The fellow had dived that incredible distance and come up unharmed!
I called to him to await us below, assuring him that he need have no
fear of my weapon, since it would harm only my enemies. He shook his
head and mut-tered something which I could not hear at so great a
distance; but when I pushed him he promised to wait for us. At the same
instant Dian caught my arm and pointed toward the village. My shot had
brought a crowd of natives on the run toward us.
The fellow whom I had stunned with my javelin had regained
consciousness and scrambled to his feet. He was now racing as fast as
he could go back toward his people. It looked mighty dark for Dian and
me with that ghastly descent between us and even the beginnings of
liberty, and a horde of savage enemies advancing at a rapid run.
There was but one hope. That was to get Dian started for the bottom
without delay. I took her in my arms just for an instant—I felt,
somehow, that it might be for the last time. For the life of me I
couldn’t see how both of us could escape.
I asked her if she could make the descent alone—if she were not afraid.
She smiled up at me bravely and shrugged her shoulders. She afraid! So
beautiful is she that I am always having difficulty in remembering that
she is a primitive, half-savage cave girl of the stone age, and often
find myself mentally limiting her capacities to those of the effete and
overcivilized beauties of the outer crust.
“And you?” she asked as she swung over the edge of the cliff.
“I shall follow you after I take a shot or two at our friends,” I
replied. “I just want to give them a taste of this new medicine which
is going to cure Pellucidar of all its ills. That will stop them long
enough for me to join you. Now hurry, and tell Juag to be ready to
shove off the moment I reach the boat, or the instant that it becomes
apparent that I cannot reach it.
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