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He arose, carefully stopped up the chinks around the rock at the doorway, and bade Zangamon replenish the fire with dry sticks. Then, Bremilu awakening, they prepared food. Now Beatrice, too, awoke. Allan took her in his arms, unmindful of the newcomers, and there were words of love and joy, and self-reproaches, and a new faith plighted between them once again.
"Zangamon!" panted Allan, springing toward him. "Have you got her? The girl is she alive?" "She lives, master!" replied a voice. "But as yet she remains without knowledge of aught." "Wounded? Is she wounded?" Already he had reached Zangamon, and, injured though he was, had taken the beloved form in his arms. "Beatrice!
The great fire might injure you or even kill you, as it did the " He checked himself just in time, for "the patriarch" had all but escaped him. Zangamon, with sudden understanding, once more advanced toward him as he sat there by the girl. "O master! You mean the ancient man? He is dead?" Stern nodded. "Yes," he answered.
The prospect even of war was welcome anything in place of this unending trek through the burned wilderness. Zangamon cried: "Where be those that come, O Kromno? And what manner of men?" "Yonder," indicated Stern. "I know not who, save that they be men. Wait but a little and you shall know. Now to the ravine!"
With bubbling yells it came, trampling the undergrowth, drumming on its huge breast, gibbeting with demoniac rage and pain came swiftly, like the terrific things that people nightmares. Behind it, shouts echoed. Stern heard the voice of Zangamon as, spear in hand, the Merucaan pursued. He raised his revolver once more, but dared not fire.
Even with the aid of Frumuos and Zangamon, I have been at work on this nearly two months, for now our outlying farms, villages and settlements have pushed away fifteen or twenty miles from the original focus at the Cliffs, or 'Cliffton, as the capital is becoming generally known. "Population, 5,072, indicating a high birth-rate and an exceptionally low mortality.
Stern felt positive that to let the Merucaans out of the cave would not only blind them, but might also kill them outright as well. Their unprotected skins would inevitably burn to a blister under the rays of the sun, and they would in all probability die. So said he: "Listen, Zangamon! You must stay here till the dark comes again, which will not be very long.
Stern, meanwhile, clutching his head between both hands, dumb-mad with agony, was choking with dry sobs. "Master! See!" Zangamon held up a piece of splintered wood, with the bark deeply scarred by teeth. Stern snatched it. "Part of the pole I gave her to brace the rock with," he realized. "Even that was of no avail." "Master this way they went!" Zangamon pointed up along the rock-terrace.
Thus the night passed, while Stern kept watch over the girl; and another day crept slowly up the sky, and in the cave now rested four human beings the vanguard of the coming nation. Stern never knew when he, too, drifted off to sleep; but he awoke to find Zangamon sitting beside him, with his cloak drawn over his head, while Beatrice and Bremilu still slept.
She realized she was safe and I was with her again; that sufficed. Was there ever another woman like her since the world began?" Only now that the girl slept did he pay attention to the two Merucaans who, sitting by the cave door, were regarding him with troubled looks. "Master!" said Zangamon, arising and coming toward him. "Well, what is it now?" "You are wounded, O Kromno!
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