“I know how difficult your position is,” I said; “but don’t feel that you are
alone. There is—is one here who—who would do anything in the world for you,” I
ended lamely. She did not withdraw her hand, and she looked up into my face
with tears on her cheeks and I read in her eyes the thanks her lips could not
voice. Then she looked away across the weird moonlit landscape and sighed.
Evidently her new-found philosophy had tumbled about her ears, for she was
seemingly taking herself seriously. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell
her how I loved her, and had taken her hand from the rail and started to draw
her toward me when Olson came blundering up on deck with his bedding.
The following morning we started building operations in earnest, and things
progressed finely. The Neanderthal man was something of a care, for we had to
keep him in irons all the time, and he was mighty savage when approached; but
after a time he became more docile, and then we tried to discover if he had a
language. Lys spent a great deal of time talking to him and trying to draw him
out; but for a long while she was unsuccessful. It took us three weeks to build
all the houses, which we constructed close by a cold spring some two miles from
the harbor.
We changed our plans a trifle when it came to building the palisade, for we
found a rotted cliff near by where we could get all the flat building-stone we
needed, and so we constructed a stone wall entirely around the buildings. It
was in the form of a square, with bastions and towers at each corner which
would permit an enfilading fire along any side of the fort, and was about one
hundred and thirty-five feet square on the outside, with walls three feet thick
at the bottom and about a foot and a half wide at the top, and fifteen feet
high. It took a long time to build that wall, and we all turned in and helped
except von Schoenvorts, who, by the way, had not spoken to me except in the
line of official business since our encounter—a condition of armed neutrality
which suited me to a T. We have just finished it, the last touches being put on
today. I quit about a week ago and commenced working on this chronicle for our
strange adventures, which will account for any minor errors in chronology which
may have crept in; there was so much material that I may have made some
mistakes, but I think they are but minor and few.
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