He proclaimed that it was sooth indeed; with the silent reservation
that, if the combat were sufficiently noble, and profound, and really,
fundamentally necessary--but his thoughts were cut short.
"Then thou hast no place here, unless perchance thou comest for succour,
or for sanctuary."
His answer being negative, the leader continued:
"Know that our life is combat. There be many bands, against whom we
strive. We have made good escape from the emasculate life of yon City,
and we have vowed not to let the spirit of gentle manhood perish. The
elements strive together, and yet the strife is co-operative: and so
should it be with men.
"I like thee," he continued, with a smile. "Say if thou wilt stay with
us, and learn our ways. There is much that we can rede thee, and the
benefit will be mutual, and I trust great."
He was briefly tempted, but still, clearly and promptly, he declined.
The leader frowned slightly, and was silent. Then the imperious tones
rang out:
"Thou art strong! And thou shalt be stronger, if ought of ours can aid
to the achievement of this result, so much to be desired.
"Then hearken well. Thy food shall be taken from thee."
His knapsack was ripped rudely from his back.
"Thou shalt wander without guide, and no one of us shall take, in any
case, further heed of thee. Go with our respect. And may it be that thou
fallest not into the hands of those ruder and less magnanimous, like
as the Snakes, perdie, or the Mountain Lions. Thou hast been honorably
received, and thou art warned. Begone!"
* * * * *
He left with as much alacrity as he thought became him, and continued on
his way. For the remainder of the day he wandered, without attempting to
fix a course, or to avoid anything that might come to him. He was lost
in thought, with a great sense of well-being that he felt that nothing
could overcome.
As the shadows of evening began to lengthen, and the first stars to
shine, he found himself ascending the side of a small but respectably
rugged mountain. By the time of total darkness, he had reached the top,
and seated himself beneath a redwood tree. He began to feel hungry, but
not faint, and with a slight effort of his will the hunger passed away.
He sank into a revery, he sat still and thought and contemplated through
the long night hours. The cool dews came upon him, and the light winds
were whispering in the pale first light, and he was undisturbed.
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