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With an agility, a strength and skill tiger-like and marvelous, he caught Stern round the waist, whirled him and would have dashed him toward the pit. But already the engineer's right arm was under Kamrou's left; the right hand had him by the throat, and Kamrou's head went sharply back till the vertebrae strained hard.
Stern nodded with all the vigor of his terrible rage. Kamrou's eyes narrowed; his smile grew fixed and hard, but in it Stern perceived the easy contempt of a bully toward any chance weakling. And through him thrilled a passion of hate such as he had never dreamed in all his life. Came a quick word from the patriarch. Somebody was slashing the engineer's bonds. All at once the ropes gave way.
Ignoring the silent, expectant crowd and the tall figure of Kamrou's messenger who now stood, arms crossed, amazed, indignant, almost at the water's edge he gave quick commands: "Now, clear these boats away on both sides! Make a free space, here wider so, that's right. Now, all you men get hold of the ropes all of you, here, take hold, you! Ready, now? Give way, then! Out she comes! Out with her!"
"Up to the village with it!" he commanded, waving his pistol-hand toward the causeway and the fortified gates. "I can't risk leaving it here. Come, father, speak to them! It's got to go into the village right now!" Then Kamrou's messenger, grasping the sense if not the words of the command, strode forward a tall, lithe figure of a man, well-knit and hard of face.
Kamrou's great arms wrapped themselves in a formidable "body-scissors" grip; Stern felt the breath squeezed from his body. Then suddenly the chief's oily heel slipped on the smooth-worn rock, not ten feet from the lip of the bubbling vat and for the second time both fell. This time Stern was atop. Over they rolled, once, twice, straining with madness.
At sight of the captives for Beatrice, too, now suddenly appeared, thrust forward through another lane among the Folk Kamrou's keenly cruel face grew hard. His lips curled with a sneer of scorn and hate. His pinkish eyes glittered with anticipation. He glanced along the circle of expectant faces that ringed the chief at a distance of some fifteen feet.
At the door of the round, conical stone hut that had been Kamrou's and now was his so long as he could hold the chieftainship by sheer force of will and power he paused a moment and faced the eager throng. "Peace to you, my people!" he exclaimed, once more raising his hand on high. "Soon I shall tell you many wonders and things strange to hear many things of great import and good tidings.
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