“It must be his name,” was the reply, “but it isn’t exactly a classy title. The word means ‘the wily one.’” “Jupiter!” cried Haverly with a grin, “that kind of gives the show away. I guess he can’t grumble the handle don’t fit him, for he’s got ‘wily’ writ large all over him. Say, couldn’t you get no news of our pards off the fellow?” Turning, Seymour put a few brief questions to the wolf-man. “What’s he say?” asked Silas as he finished. “He professes to know nothing of two white prisoners, but he says that all captives are sacrificed to the sacred beast of his people in the temple of Ramouni.” “Then tell him to lead on to this yer temple, quick as he knows how,” the Yankee snapped, “if he wants to keep his skin entire.” The baronet interpreted the words in their full significance, and at once the savage started off across the bed of the ravine at a trot. Up the opposite ridge he clambered, at a pace that severely taxed the powers of the rescuers. Within a few moments they topped the crest. Before them the plain stretched level as a table for half a league; and beyond rose the fungi-clad heights they had first sighted from the boat. Onward they pressed until they stood at the foot of the range; and here, deciding to seek a few hours’ rest ere entering upon the final stage of their perilous journey, the two friends passed into a small cave amid the rocks. And with them, closely watched by the alert American, went Gehari--the wily one. CHAPTER XIII. THE FATE OF MERVYN. BUT what of Professor Mervyn? How was he faring the while his friends were making such strenuous efforts to effect his rescue? For a time his terror at finding himself in so perilous a position completely overcame him. With each stride of his monstrous steed he was being borne farther and farther from his friends; deeper and deeper into the unknown wilds of this subterranean world. He knew that ere long, unless he took prompt action, he would be carried beyond all reach of aid, yet, so great was the fear that gripped him, for a time he could do nought, save cling convulsively to the armoured hide of the brute he rode. As his first panic subsided, and his brain resumed its sway of his trembling body, he began to cast about for some means of escape from his predicament. Full twenty feet he was from the ground, and the Triceratops was travelling at the rate of at least thirty miles an hour, so that a leap could not be other than dangerous. Yet it must be done if he would ever see his friends again. The thought that perhaps he might break a limb in descending deterred him for some time, but at length he summoned up courage to make the attempt. To do so, however, he must first rise to a standing position upon the huge back of the Triceratops, in order to obtain sufficient spring to leap clear of the pounding hoofs.