Almost immediately it turned to renew the attack. This time it came upon its four feet, and Jason saw that it was likely to prove fully as formidable upon the ground as it had been in the air, for considering its tremendous bulk it moved with great agility and speed. As he stood facing the returning creature, the warrior reached his side. "Get on that side of him," said the warrior, "and I will attack him on this. Keep out of the way of his tail. Use your spear; you cannot frighten a dyrodor away by making a noise." Jason Gridley leaped quickly to one side to obey the suggestions of the warrior, smiling inwardly at the naïve suggestion of the other that his Colt had been used solely to frighten the creature. The warrior took his place upon the opposite side of the approaching reptile, but before he had time to cast his spear or Jason to fire again the creature stumbled forward, its nose dug into the ground and it rolled over upon its side dead. "It is dead!" said the warrior in a surprised tone. "What could have killed it? Neither one of us has cast a spear." Jason slipped his Colts into their holsters. "These killed it," he said, tapping them. "Noises do not kill," said the warrior skeptically. "It is not the bark of the jalok or the growl of the ryth that rends the flesh of man. The hiss of the thipdar kills no one." "It was not the noise that killed it," said Jason, "but if you will examine its head and especially the roof of its mouth you will see what happened when my weapons spoke." Following Jason's suggestion the warrior examined the head and mouth of the dyrodor and when he had seen the gaping wounds he looked at Jason with a new respect. "Who are you," he asked, "and what are you doing in the land of Zoram?" "My God!" exclaimed Jason. "Am I in Zoram?" "You are." "And you are one of the men of Zoram?" demanded the American. "I am; but who are you?" "Tell me, do you know Jana, The Red Flower of Zoram?" insisted Jason. "What do you know of The Red Flower of Zoram, stranger?" demanded the other. And then suddenly his eyes widened to a new thought. "Tell me," he cried, "by what name do they call you in the country from which you come?" "My name is Gridley," replied the American; "Jason Gridley." "Jason!" exclaimed the other; "yes, Jason Gridley, that is it. Tell me, man, where is The Red Flower of Zoram? What did you with her?" "That is what I am asking you," said Jason. "We became separated and I have been searching for her. But what do you know of me?" "I followed you for a long time," replied the other, "but the waters fell and obliterated your tracks." "Why did you follow me?" asked Jason. "I followed because you were with The Red Flower of Zoram," replied the other. "I followed to kill you, but he said you would not harm her; he said that she went with you willingly. Is that true?" "She came with me willingly for a while," replied Jason, "and then she left me; but I did not harm her."