We finally found a place where we could slip over the edge of the cliff
onto a narrow ledge which seemed to give evidence of being something of
a game-path to the valley, though it apparently had not been used for
some time. I lowered Ajor at the end of my rifle and then slid over
myself, and I am free to admit that my hair stood on end during the
process, for the drop was considerable and the ledge appallingly
narrow, with a frightful drop sheer below down to the rocks at the base
of the cliff; but with Ajor there to catch and steady me, I made it all
right, and then we set off down the trail toward the valley. There
were two or three more bad places, but for the most part it was an easy
descent, and we came to the highest of the Band-lu caves without
further trouble. Here we went more slowly, lest we should be set upon
by some member of the tribe.
We must have passed about half the Band-lu cave-levels before we were
accosted, and then a huge fellow stepped out in front of me, barring
our further progress.
"Who are you?" he asked; and he recognized me and I him, for he had
been one of those who had led me back into the cave and bound me the
night that I had been captured. From me his gaze went to Ajor. He was
a fine-looking man with clear, intelligent eyes, a good forehead and
superb physique--by far the highest type of Caspakian I had yet seen,
barring Ajor, of course.
"You are a true Galu," he said to Ajor, "but this man is of a different
mold. He has the face of a Galu, but his weapons and the strange skins
he wears upon his body are not of the Galus nor of Caspak. Who is he?"
"He is Tom," replied Ajor succinctly.
"There is no such people," asserted the Band-lu quite truthfully,
toying with his spear in a most suggestive manner.
"My name is Tom," I explained, "and I am from a country beyond Caspak."
I thought it best to propitiate him if possible, because of the
necessity of conserving ammunition as well as to avoid the loud alarm
of a shot which might bring other Band-lu warriors upon us. "I am from
America, a land of which you never heard, and I am seeking others of my
countrymen who are in Caspak and from whom I am lost. I have no quarrel
with you or your people. Let us go our way in peace."
"You are going there?" he asked, and pointed toward the north.
"I am," I replied.
He was silent for several minutes, apparently weighing some thought in
his mind. At last he spoke. "What is that?" he asked. "And what is
that?" He pointed first at my rifle and then to my pistol.
"They are weapons," I replied, "weapons which kill at a great
distance." I pointed to the women in the pool beneath us. "With this,"
I said, tapping my pistol, "I could kill as many of those women as I
cared to, without moving a step from where we now stand."
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