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Updated: May 3, 2025
Which, while the play is some onusual an' out of line, everybody agrees it's all right; bein' that we-alls is goin' to a war, that a-way. "'Now yere, goes on Enright, at the same time callin' for red-eye all 'round, is what youalls agrees is a mighty romantic deal. Yere's a love affair gets launched.
All we did was to keep an eye on him and see that he did not cut across our line of retreat. It was during this winter that Red-Eye killed his latest wife with abuse and repeated beatings. I have called him an atavism, but in this he was worse than an atavism, for the males of the lower animals do not maltreat and murder their mates.
As I write this, all the beings and happenings of that other world rise up before me in vast phantasmagoria, and I know that to you they would be rhymeless and reasonless. What to you the friendship of Lop-Ear, the warm lure of the Swift One, the lust and the atavism of Red-Eye? A screaming incoherence and no more.
"Your friend has a sort of queer way of talkin'," he said to Haines. "Don't stan' there like a fool. Trot over to the bar an' git me a jolt of red-eye. I'm dry!" thundered Silent. "Sure!" nodded Whistling Dan amiably, "glad to!" and he went accordingly towards the bar. The men about the room looked to each other with sick smiles.
He was crouching on the edge of the timber jam and glowering his hatred at us. We were badly frightened, for here was no narrow-mouthed cave for refuge. But the twenty feet of water that intervened gave us temporary safety, and we plucked up courage. Red-Eye stood up erect and began beating his hairy chest with his fist. Our two logs were side by side, and we sat on them and laughed at him.
Before I knew it I had dashed into the double-cave, the cave where Lop-Ear had first eluded me long years before, and where old Saber-Tooth had come to discomfiture when he pursued the two Folk. By the time I had got through the connecting passage between the two caves, I discovered that Red-Eye was not following me. The next moment he charged into the cave from the outside.
So it came about, our honeymoon over, that we went to the caves to live. As Lop-Ear had evicted me from the cave when he got married, I now evicted him; and the Swift One and I settled down in it, while he slept at night in the connecting passage of the double cave. And with our coming to live with the horde came trouble. Red-Eye had had I don't know how many wives since the Singing One.
Mine ears were not idle in the town, and I did learn that perch and red-eye and roach and bream frequent the waters of the fen." "And didst thou ask what fish were in the fen?" asked Hugo, in alarm. "Nay, lad, most surely not. But when I did see fish for sale I did praise their beauty, and they that had them did of themselves tell me where they did catch them.
But Red-Eye walked rough-shod over all our customs, and we so feared him that we were incapable of the collective action necessary to punish him. It was during the sixth winter in our cave that Lop-Ear and I discovered that we were really growing up. From the first it had been a squeeze to get in through the entrance-crevice. This had had its advantages, however.
She was a young thing, greatly given to singing at the mouth of her cave in the twilight, and she had but recently mated with Crooked-Leg. He was a quiet individual, molesting no one and not given to bickering with his fellows. He was no fighter anyway. He was small and lean, and not so active on his legs as the rest of us. Red-Eye never committed a more outrageous deed.
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