“He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. Thought it was a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff. 'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a finger on that girl inside there.'” “And then what happened?” I asked. “He beat it back there.” He grinned, pointing toward the forest through which ran the path the eunuch had shown me. “Probably hiding back of a tree.” As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him of the revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me. “Whew-w!” he whistled. “In the nutcracker, eh? Trouble behind us and trouble in front of us.” “When do we start?” he asked, as we turned back. “Right after we've eaten,” I answered. “There's no use putting it off. How do you feel about it?” “Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party,” he said. “Curious but none too cheerful.” Nor was I. I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity. But I was not cheerful--no! We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing open his set jaws, thrusting a thin rubber tube down past his windpipe into his gullet and dropping through it a few ounces of the goat milk. Our own breakfasting was silent enough. We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; that was certain; she must stay here with her brother. She would be safer in Norhala's home than where we were going, of course, and yet to leave her was most distressing. After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us taking the journey; would not one do just as well? Drake could stay-- “No use of putting all our eggs in one basket,” I broached the subject. “I'll go down by myself while you stay and help Ruth. You can always follow if I don't turn up in a reasonable time.” His indignation at this proposal was matched only by her own. “You'll go with him, Dick Drake,” she cried, “or I'll never look at or speak to you again!” “Good Lord! Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?” Pain and wrath struggled on his face. “We go together or neither of us goes. Ruth will be all right here, Goodwin. The only thing she has any cause to fear is Yuruk--and he's had his lesson. “Besides, she'll have the rifles and her pistols, and she knows how to use them. What d'ye mean by making such a proposition as that?” His indignation burst all bounds. Lamely I tried to justify myself. “I'll be all right,” said Ruth. “I'm not afraid of Yuruk. And none of these Things will hurt me--not after--not after--” Her eyes fell, her lips quivered, then she faced us steadily. “Don't ask me how I know that,” she said quietly. “Believe me, I do know it. I am closer to--them than you two are. And if I choose I can call upon that alien strength their master gave me. It is for you two that I fear.”