We watched the _Sofal_ plunging and wallowing in the rising sea as it forged steadily closer, and we watched the men drawing near with equal certainty. There was no doubt in my mind as to which would reach us first; my only hope now was that the _Sofal_ could lessen the distance in the meantime sufficiently so that it would be safe for the angan to attempt to carry Duare to her. Now the men had reached the summit of the cliff on the opposite side of the canyon, and here they halted and observed us while carrying on a discussion of some nature. “Vilor is with them!” exclaimed Duare suddenly. “And Moosko,” I added. “I see them both now.” “What shall we do?” cried Duare. “Oh, they must not get me again!” “They shall not,” I promised her. Down the canyon side they came now. We watched them swim the river and cross to the foot of the cliff where we were standing. We watched the _Sofal_ creeping slowly shoreward. I went to the edge of the cliff and looked down upon the ascending men. They were half way up now. Then I returned to Duare and the angan. “We can wait no longer,” I said, and then to the angan, “Take the janjong and fly to the ship. She is closer now; you can make it; you _must_ make it!” He started to obey, but Duare drew away from him. “I will not go,” she said quietly. “I will not leave you here alone!” For those words I would gladly have laid down my life. Here again was still another Duare. I had expected nothing like this, for I did not feel that she owed me any such loyalty. It was not as though she had loved me; one might expect such self-sacrifice on the part of a woman for the man she loves. I was swept completely from my feet, but only for an instant. The enemy, if such it were, must by now be almost to the summit of the cliff, in a moment they would be upon us, and even as the thought touched my mind, I saw the first of them running toward us. “Take her!” I cried to the angan. “There is no time to waste now.” He reached for her, but she attempted to elude him; and then I caught her, and as I touched her, all my good resolutions were swept away, as I felt her in my arms. I pressed her to me for an instant; I kissed her, and then I gave her over to the birdman. “Hurry!” I cried. “They come!” Spreading his powerful wings, he rose from the ground, while Duare stretched her hands toward me. “Do not send me away from you, Carson! Do not send me away! I love you!” But it was too late; I would not have called her back could I have done so, for the armed men were upon me. Thus I went into captivity in the land of Noobol, an adventure that is no part of this story; but I went with the knowledge that the woman I loved, loved me, and I was happy. Now . . . available for the first time in newsstand editions at newsstand prices: EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS in ACE BOOKS