Ere long the floor of the temple was littered with the bodies of the slain. Up and down the great amphitheatre Rahee raged in a paroxysm of devilish fury. With a shudder at the ghastly success of his own idea, Seymour once more closed the gate and mounted to the ledge. “Rahee is working out our vengeance,” cried Chenobi. “It is well. Perchance the wolf-people will destroy him after this lesson. Ye did well to turn him loose among them, Fairhair. ’Twas a counter-stroke they expected not. Come; we will move forward.” “What of Rahee?” Seymour asked. “Are you minded to destroy him ere you go?” “Nay,” was the reply; “I will forego my vengeance on the sacred beast because he hath aided you;” and, with that, Chenobi picked up the still senseless priest and strode into the tunnel. “Heaven grant we have seen the last of these savages!” murmured Wilson, as he and Seymour followed. “Amen!” the baronet responded fervently; “yet somehow I doubt it, lad. Nordhu seems to have a great hold upon them, and you may take it for granted they will not give him up without some attempt at a rescue. When the brutes recover from the panic into which Rahee has thrown them, they will take our trail like a pack of wolves. What’s that?” A dark figure had appeared in the passage just ahead of them. On the alert in an instant for a possible enemy, the baronet stepped before Chenobi, weapon raised, and bawled out a challenge in Ayuti. “I guess I’d take it as a personal favour if you’d speak English, William,” drawled a voice. Seymour burst out into a roar of laughter. “Sorry I took you for an enemy, Silas,” he replied. “We’ve got Wilson all safe and sound.” “That’s good,” the Yankee chirped; “but who’s the party Chenobi’s totin’ along?” “The priest,” answered the baronet. “Whew!” whistled the Yankee; “I guess you’ve been making things hum considerable below there.” “We have roused ’em slightly,” was the modest reply; “but we’ll have to hustle, as you call it, Silas. I shan’t feel safe till I set foot inside the city again. The beasts won’t give up their old priest without an effort to release him, I’ll warrant.” “You bet,” agreed the American, then lapsed into silence until the end of the tunnel was reached. Here Mervyn awaited them, eager for news as to the manner in which they had effected Wilson’s rescue. But Seymour cut short his questions. “Ask what you like, old man, when we get back to the city,” he said, “but for the present we must devote our attention to getting clear away. The elk and hounds should be somewhere about. Seen anything of them?” “Not a sign,” replied Mervyn; “they must have strayed.” Seymour acquainted the Ayuti with this fact, and instantly Chenobi gave voice to his peculiar call.