The Land That Time Forgot
our own eyes the thing that we had seen; but when we returned to the fort, the
shattered wall gave us ample evidence that there was no mistake.
Then we began to speculate as to whether it had been an ape-man or a Prussian
that had abducted Lys. From what we knew of von Schoenvorts, we would not have
been surprised at anything from him; but the footprints by the spring seemed
indisputable evidence that one of Caprona’s undeveloped men had borne off the
girl I loved.
As soon as I had assured myself that such was the case, I made my preparations
to follow and rescue her. Olson, Whitely, and Wilson each wished to accompany
me; but I told them that they were needed here, since with Bradley’s party
still absent and the Germans gone it was necessary that we conserve our force
as far as might be possible.
Chapter 8
It was a sad leave-taking as in silence I shook hands with each of the three
remaining men. Even poor Nobs appeared dejected as we quit the compound and set
out upon the well-marked spoor of the abductor. Not once did I turn my eyes
backward toward Fort Dinosaur. I have not looked upon it since—nor in all
likelihood shall I ever look upon it again. The trail led northwest until it
reached the western end of the sandstone cliffs to the north of the fort; there
it ran into a well-defined path which wound northward into a country we had not
as yet explored. It was a beautiful, gently rolling country, broken by
occasional outcroppings of sandstone and by patches of dense forest relieved by
open, park-like stretches and broad meadows whereon grazed countless
herbivorous animals—red deer, aurochs, and infinite variety of antelope and at
least three distinct species of horse, the latter ranging in size from a
creature about as large as Nobs to a magnificent animal fourteen to sixteen
hands high. These creatures fed together in perfect amity; nor did they show
any great indications of terror when Nobs and I approached. They moved out of
our way and kept their eyes upon us until we had passed; then they resumed
their feeding.
The path led straight across the clearing into another forest, lying upon the
verge of which I saw a bit of white. It appeared to stand out in marked
contrast and incongruity to all its surroundings, and when I stopped to examine
it, I found that it was a small strip of muslin—part of the hem of a garment.
At once I was all excitement, for I knew that it was a sign left by Lys that
she had been carried this way; it was a tiny bit torn from the hem of the
undergarment that she wore in lieu of the night-robes she had lost with the
sinking of the liner. Crushing the bit of fabric to my lips, I pressed on even
more rapidly than before, because I now knew that I was upon the right trail
and that up to this point at least, Lys still had lived.
I made over twenty miles that day, for I was now hardened to fatigue and
accustomed to long hikes, having spent considerable time hunting and exploring
in the immediate vicinity of camp. A dozen times that day was my life
threatened by fearsome creatures of the earth or sky, though I could not but
note that the farther north I traveled, the fewer were the great dinosaurs,
though they still persisted in lesser numbers. On the other hand the quantity
of ruminants and the variety and frequency of carnivorous animals increased.
Each square mile of Caspak harbored its terrors.
At intervals along the way I found bits of muslin, and often they reassured me
when otherwise I should have been doubtful of the trail to take where two
crossed or where there were forks, as occurred at several points. And so, as
night was drawing on, I came to the southern end of a line of cliffs loftier
than any I had seen before, and as I approached them, there was wafted to my
nostrils the pungent aroma of woodsmoke. What could it mean? There could, to my
mind, be but a single solution: man abided close by, a higher order of man than
we had as yet seen, other than Ahm, the Neanderthal man. I wondered again as I
had so many times that day if it had not been Ahm who stole Lys.
Cautiously I approached the flank of the cliffs, where they terminated in an
abrupt escarpment as though some all powerful hand had broken off a great
section of rock and set it upon the surface of the earth. It was now quite
dark, and as I crept around the edge of the cliff, I saw at a little distance a
great fire around which were many figures—apparently human figures. Cautioning
Nobs to silence, and he had learned many lessons in the value of obedience
since we had entered Caspak, I slunk forward, taking advantage of whatever
cover I could find, until from behind a bush I could distinctly see the
creatures assembled by the fire. They were human and yet not human. I should
say that they were a little higher in the scale of evolution than Ahm, possibly
occupying a place of evolution between that of the Neanderthal man and what is
known as the Grimaldi race. Their features were distinctly negroid, though
their skins were white. A considerable portion of both torso and limbs were
covered with short hair, and their physical proportions were in many aspects
apelike, though not so much so as were Ahm’s. They carried themselves in a more
erect position, although their arms were considerably longer than those of the
Neanderthal man. As I watched them, I saw that they possessed a language, that
they had knowledge of fire and that they carried besides the wooden club of
Ahm, a thing which resembled a crude stone hatchet. Evidently they were very
low in the scale of humanity, but they were a step upward from those I had
previously seen in Caspak.
But what interested me most was the slender figure of a dainty girl, clad only
in a thin bit of muslin which scarce covered her knees—a bit of muslin torn and
ragged about the lower hem. It was Lys, and she was alive and so far as I could
see, unharmed. A huge brute with thick lips and prognathous jaw stood at her
shoulder. He was talking loudly and gesticulating wildly. I was close enough to
hear his words, which were similar to the language of Ahm, though much fuller,
for there were many words I could not understand. However I caught the gist of
what he was saying—which in effect was that he had found and captured this
Galu, that she was his and that he defied anyone to question his right of
possession. It appeared to me, as I afterward learned was the fact, that I was
witnessing the most primitive of marriage ceremonies. The assembled members of
the tribe looked on and listened in a sort of dull and perfunctory apathy, for
the speaker was by far the mightiest of the clan.
There seemed no one to dispute his claims when he said, or rather shouted, in
stentorian tones: “I am Tsa. This is my she. Who wishes her more than Tsa?”
“I do,” I said in the language of Ahm, and I stepped out into the firelight
before them. Lys gave a little cry of joy and started toward me, but Tsa
grasped her arm and dragged her back.
“Who are you?” shrieked Tsa. “I kill! I kill! I kill!”
“The she is mine,” I replied, “and I have come to claim her. I kill if you do
not let her come to me.” And I raised my pistol to a level with his heart. Of
course the creature had no conception of the purpose of the strange little
implement which I was poking toward him. With a sound that was half human and
half the growl of a wild beast, he sprang toward me. I aimed at his heart and
fired, and as he sprawled headlong to the ground, the others of his tribe,
overcome by fright at the report of the pistol, scattered toward the
cliffs—while Lys, with outstretched arms, ran toward me.
As I crushed her to me, there rose from the black night behind us and then to
our right and to our left a series of frightful screams and shrieks,
bellowings, roars and growls. It was the night-life of this jungle world coming
into its own—the huge, carnivorous nocturnal beasts which make the nights of
Caspak hideous. A shuddering sob ran through Lys’ figure. “O God,” she cried,
“give me the strength to endure, for his sake!” I saw that she was upon the
verge of a breakdown, after all that she must have passed through of fear and
horror that day, and I tried to quiet and reassure her as best I might; but
even to me the future looked most unpromising, for what chance of life had we
against the frightful hunters of the night who even now were prowling closer to
us?
Now I turned to see what had become of the tribe, and in the fitful glare of
the fire I perceived that the face of the cliff was pitted with large holes
into which the man-things were clambering. “Come,” I said to Lys, “we must
follow them. We cannot last a half-hour out here. We must find a cave.” Already
we could see the blazing green eyes of the hungry carnivora. I seized a brand
from the fire and hurled it out into the night, and there came back an
answering chorus of savage and rageful protest; but the eyes vanished for a
short time. Selecting a burning branch for each of us, we advanced toward the
cliffs, where we were met by angry threats.
“They will kill us,” said Lys. “We may as well keep on in search of another
refuge.”
“They will not kill us so surely as will those others out there,” I replied. “I
am going to seek shelter in one of these caves; nor will the man-things
prevent.” And I kept on in the direction of the cliff’s base. A huge creature
stood upon a ledge and brandished his stone hatchet. “Come and I will kill you
and take the she,” he boasted.
“You saw how Tsa fared when he would have kept my she,” I replied in his own
tongue. “Thus will you fare and all your fellows if you do not permit us to
come in peace among you out of the dangers of the night.”
“Go north,” he screamed. “Go north among the Galus, and we will not harm you.
Some day will we be Galus; but now we are not. You do not belong among us. Go
away or we will kill you. The she may remain if she is afraid, and we will keep
her; but the he must depart.”
“The he won’t depart,” I replied, and approached still nearer. Rough and narrow
ledges formed by nature gave access to the upper caves. A man might scale them
if unhampered and unhindered, but to clamber upward in the face of a
belligerent tribe of half-men and with a girl to assist was beyond my
capability.
“I do not fear you,” screamed the creature. “You were close to Tsa; but I am
far above you. You cannot harm me as you harmed Tsa. Go away!”
I placed a foot upon the lowest ledge and clambered upward, reaching down and
pulling Lys to my side. Already I felt safer. Soon we would be out of danger of
the beasts again closing in upon us. The man above us raised his stone hatchet
above his head and leaped lightly down to meet us. His position above me gave
him a great advantage, or at least so he probably thought, for he came with
every show of confidence. I hated to do it, but there seemed no other way, and
so I shot him down as I had shot down Tsa.
“You see,” I cried to his fellows, “that I can kill you wherever you may be. A
long way off I can kill you as well as I can kill you near by. Let us come
among you in peace. I will not harm you if you do not harm us. We will take a
cave high up. Speak!”
“Come, then,” said one. “If you will not harm us, you may come. Take Tsa’s
hole, which lies above you.”
The creature showed us the mouth of a black cave, but he kept at a distance
while he did it, and Lys followed me as I crawled in to explore. I had matches
with me, and in the light of one I found a small cavern with a flat roof and
floor which followed the cleavage of the strata. Pieces of the roof had fallen
at some long-distant date, as was evidenced by the depth of the filth and
rubble in which they were embedded. Even a superficial examination revealed the