In silence, then, that we might listen for pursuit, or for the sound
of Kalkars ahead of us, we hastened rapidly along the descending
passageway toward the mouth of the tunnel where it opened into the
crater; and at last, as we rounded the last turn and I saw the light
of day ahead of me, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, though almost
simultaneously my happiness turned to despair at the sudden
recollection that there were no hooked poles here to assist us to the
summit of the crater wall. What were we to do?
“Moh-goh,” I said, turning to my companion as we halted at the end of
the tunnel, “there are no poles with which to ascend. I had forgotten
it, but in order to prevent the Kalkars from ascending after me, I
threw all but one into the abyss, and that one slipped from the rim
and was lost also, just as my pursuers were about to seize me.”
I had not told Moh-goh that I had had a companion, since it would be
difficult to answer any questions he might propound on the subject
without revealing the identity of Nah-ee-lah.
“Oh, we can overcome that,” replied my companion. “We have these two
spears, which are extremely stout, and inasmuch as we shall have
plenty of time, we can easily arrange them in some way that will
permit us to ascend to the summit of the crater. It is very fortunate
that we were not pursued.”
The Kalkars' spears had a miniature crescent-shaped hook at the base
of their point similar to the larger ones effected by the Va-gas. Moh-
goh thought that we could fasten the two spears securely together and
then catch the small hook of the upper one upon the rim of the
crater, testing its hold thoroughly before either of us attempted to
ascend. Beneath his tunic he wore a rope coiled around his waist
which he explained to me was a customary part of the equipment of all
Laytheans. It was his idea to tie one end of this around the waist of
whichever of us ascended first, the other going as far back into the
tunnel as possible and bracing himself, so that in the event that the
climber fell, he would be saved from death, though I figured that he
would get a rather nasty shaking up and some bad bruises, under the
best of circumstances.
I volunteered to go first and began fastening one end of the rope
securely about my waist while Moh-goh made the two spears fast
together with a short length that he had cut from the other end. He
worked rapidly, with deft, nimble fingers, and seemed to know pretty
well what he was doing. In the event that I reached the summit in
safety, I was to pull up the spears and then haul Moh-goh up by the
rope.
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