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โWe know not their number,โ Crota whispered to Cabot. โAnd since we have accomplished our mission let us return to Sur as speedily as possible.โ
โAgreed,โ the earth-man replied.
The withdrawal was accomplished as follows. Crota first dispatched runners to the village to inform the inhabitants of the situation. Then, leaving a small rear guard of archers and slingers to cover their retreat, he formed the remainder of the expedition in open order, and set out for Sur as rapidly as the cover would permit.
The enemy kept pretty well hidden, but it was evident from the increase of arrows and pebbles that their numbers were steadily augmenting. Noting this, Crota sent another runner ahead with this information.
It now became necessary to replenish and relieve the rear guard, of which several were dead, several more wounded and the rest tired and out of ammunition. This done, Crota ordered the main body of his force to leave cover and take up the double quick.
The result was unexpected. A hundred or more Roies charged yelling down the ravine through the Vairking rear guard, and straight at Cabotโs men, who at once ran to cover again and took deadly toll of the oncoming enemy.
But the Roies so greatly outnumbered the Vairkings that the tide could not be stemmed, and soon the two groups were mingled together in a seething mass. The first rush was met, spear on spear. Then the sharp wooden swords were drawn, and Cabot found himself lunging and parrying against three naked furry warriors.
The neck was the vulnerable spot of the Vairkings, and it was this point which the Roies strove to reach, as Cabot soon noted. That simplified matters, for guarding oneโs neck against such crude swordsmen as these furry aborigines was easy for a skilled fencer such as he. Accordingly, one by one, he ran three antagonists through the body.
Just as he was withdrawing his blade from his last victim, he noted that Crota was being hard pressed by a burly Roy swordsman; so he hastened to his friendโs assistance. And he was just in time, for even as Cabot approached, the naked Roy knocked the leather-clad Vairkingโs weapon from his hand with a particularly dexterous sideswipe, and thus had Crota at his mercy.
But before the naked one could follow up his advantage, the earth-man hurled his own sword like a spear, and down went the Roy, impaled through the back, carrying Crota with him as he fell.
Cabot paused to draw breath, and was just viewing with satisfaction the lucky results of his chance throw, when a peremptory command of โYield!โ behind him caused him to wheel about and confront a new enemy. The author of the shout was a massive furry warrior with a placid, almost bovine, face, which nevertheless betokened considerable intellect.
โAnd to whom would I yield, if I did yield?โ Myles asked, facing unarmed the poised sword of his new enemy.
โGrod the Silent, King of the Roies,โ was the dignified reply.
โI thought that Att the Terrible was king of your people,โ the earth-man returned, sparring for time.
โThat is what Att thinks too,โ the other answered with a slight smile.
But the smile was short-lived, for Myles Cabot, having momentarily distracted his opponentโs attention by this conversation, stepped suddenly under the guard of the furry Grod, and planted his fist square on Grodโs fat chin. Down crashed the king, his sword clattering from his nerveless hand. In an instant Myles snatched up the blade and bestrode his prostrate foe.
Just as he was about to plunge its point into Grodโs vitals, there occurred to him the proverb of Poblath: โWhile enemies dispute, the realm is at peace.โ
With Grod the Silent and Att the Terrible both contending for the leadership of the Roies, Vairkingia might enjoy a respite from the depredations of this wild and lawless race. He would leave the fallen Roy for dead, rather than put him actually in that condition. Accordingly, he sprang to the aid of his companions.
Crota was already back in the fray, his own sword in his hands once more, and the sword of his late burly opponent slung at his side. Quite evidently he did not intend to be disarmed again.
Three Vairking common soldiers and Crota and Myles now confronted seven Roies. This constituted a fairly even match, for the superior intelligence and the leather armor of the men of Vairkingi and Sur, offset the greater numbers of their aboriginal antagonists. What the outcome would have been can never be known, for at that moment, the reinforcements from the village came charging up the ravine; and at the same instant, the tops of the cliffs were lined with Roies, who sent a shower of arrows upon those below.
The contending twelve immediately separated. Cabot and his followers passed within the protection of his rescuers and the return to Sur was renewed. The commander of the rescue party threw out a strong rear guard, and the Vairking archers on both flanks peppered the cliff tops with sling shots and arrows, but the marauding Roies harassed every step of the retreat.
There was some respite when Cabotโs party reached the plain where stood the rocky peak with the village of Sur on its summit, for arrows could not carry from the cover of the surrounding woods to the foot of the rocks. But, as the tired party began the ascent of the narrow path on the face of the cliff, they noted that the Roies were forming solid banks of wooden shields and were advancing across the plain.
Arrows now began to fly from below at the ascending Vairking party, several of whom toppled and fell down the face of the cliff. And then the warrior just above Myles on the narrow path clutched his breast with a gasp and dropped square upon the earth-man, who braced himself and caught the body, thus preventing it from being dashed to pieces at the foot of the rocks.
Whether or not the furry soldier was dead could not be ascertained until Myles should have reached the summit, so up he toiled with his burden until he gained the protection of the palisade, where he laid the Vairking gently on the ground and tore open his leather tunic to see if any life were present.
The wounded man still breathed, though hoarsely, and his heart still beat; but there was a gaping hole in one side of his chest.
No arrow protruding from this hole. Myles tenderly turned the man over to see if the wound extended clear through. It didโalmost. And from the manโs side there projected the tip of a bullet, the steel-sheathed tip of a leaden rifle bullet!
XTHE SIEGE OF SUR
Myles quickly extracted the bullet from the back of the wounded Vairking. Then tender furry female hands bore the victim away, as the earth-man stood in thoughtful contemplation of his find.
There could be no doubt of it. This was a steel-jacketed bullet, identical with those used in the rifles of the ant-men. How came such a weapon in the hands of the savage and untrained Roies?
It was inconceivable that these uncultured brutes had overwhelmed New Formia and captured the weapons of the ant-men. No, the only possible explanation was that the Formians had formed an alliance with the Roies, and were either fighting beside them or at least had furnished them with a few firearms, the use of which they had taught them.
But this last idea was improbable, due to the well-known shortage of rifles and ammunition at Yuriana, capital of the new ant empire. No, if the ant-men were in alliance with these furry savages, there must be ant-men present with the besiegers, and the shot in question must have been fired by the claw of a Formian.
This opened up new terrors for the village of Sur and its inhabitants. Myles glanced apprehensively at the southern sky, half expecting to see and hear the approach of a Formian plane, but the radiant silver expanse was unmarred by any black speck. Sur was safe for the moment.
His musings thus completed, Myles hurried to the public hall to communicate this discovery to Crota and the village authorities. He found the headman already there in conference with Crota.
Said Myles, exhibiting the bullet: โHere is one of the magic stones thrown by one of my own magic sling-shots, which is capable of shooting from the ground to the top of your cliffs and even penetrating your palisade. It is big magic! With its aid, the Roies can overcome us. Without it, I am powerless. Therefore, we must secure possession of it. What do you suggest?โ
Crota replied: โIt is now sunset. Let us select a squad of picked scouts and try to stalk the camp of the enemy.โ
โNo, no!โ the headman of Sur exclaimed in horror. โNever have our men dared to attack the Roies by dark.โ
โDo the Roies know this?โ Myles asked with interest.
โMost certainly,โ was the reply.
โThen,โ he said, โall the more reason for attempting it They will be unprepared.โ
The magistrate shrugged his furry shoulders with: โIf you can persuade any men of Sur to attempt anything so foolhardy, I shall interpose no objection.โ
Within a twelfth of a day, Crota had enrolled twenty scouts, and with Myles Cabot, they had all begun the stealthy descent of the narrow winding path down the face of the cliff. Before starting, they had observed the direction of the Roy camp-fires on one of the surrounding hills; so now they crept quietly toward that hill, and then slowly up to its crest.
In spite of the dense blackness of the Porovian night, they were able to find their way, first by starting in the correct direction and then by keeping the lights of their own village always behind them.
As Cabot had expected from the remarks of the headman, there were no sentinels on post, for the enemy were quite evidently relying on the well-known Vairking fear of the unknown terrors of the dark. Indeed, it spoke volumes for the individual courage of the twenty-one members of this venture, and for their confidence in their earth-man leader, that they had dared to come.
Finally, the party emerged from the underbrush at the top of the hill, a few score of feet from the tents and camp-fires of the Roies. There, motioning the others to remain where they were until he gave a signal, Myles crawled forward, always keeping in the shadow of some tent, until he was able to peek through a small bush beside one of the tents, directly at the group around one of the camp-fires.
Just as Cabot arrived at this observation post, a Roy warrior was declaiming: โI told you it would work, for had I not seen it demonstrated fully to me? You yourselves saw it kill. Now will you not believe me?โ
Another spoke: โI cannot understand its principle. How can a weapon kill afar, and yet not resemble either a sling or a bow?โ
And another: โShow us how it works, friend. Then perhaps we may be persuaded.โ
And a third: โI do not believe that he has it.โ
Whereat, the original speaker, nettled, spoke again: โIt is in my tent there, you doubters,โ indicating the one beside which Cabot crouched.
Quick as a flash, Cabot wriggled beneath the back of the tent into its interior. The campfire light, penetrating through the slit opening in front, revealed nothing but rumpled blankets on the floor, and ordinary weapons slung to the tent pole; so the intruder commenced rummaging among the bedding. The conversation outside continued.
โProve, or be silent!โ said a voice.
โYou saw the Vairking fall, did you not?โ the original speaker replied.
โTrue, but I did not see you sling any pebble.โ
Meanwhile, Cabot continued his frantic search. At last, it was rewarded. In one corner of the tent, his groping fingers closed upon a Formian rifle and a bandolier of cartridges. A thrill ran through him at the touch.
โTo prove it to you,โ the voice outside was saying, angrily, โI will get it for you; and if you do not believe me, I shall slingshot you with it. That ought to be proof enough even for a stupid one like you. I have said it!โ
โThe signal for my exit,โ Myles said to himself, as he hastened to crawl out through the back of the tent, but then he reflected: โNo, I want more than this gun and ammunition; I want information.โ
So he remained.
As the Roy entered the tent and felt for the rifle, the crouching earth-man flung himself upon him; and before the startled furry one could utter even a gasp, strong fingers closed upon his windpipe, throttling off all sound. The struggle was over in a few moments.
When Myles Cabot finally crept out of the enemy tent, it was with a limp form under one arm, and a bandolier and a rifle slung across his shoulders.
The conversation at the camp fire continued.
One of the warriors was saying: โOur friend takes long to find his wonderful sling-shot. Methinks he was
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