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There, roughly yet unmistakably imprinted on the white limestone surface, he saw the print, in crimson, of a huge, a horrible, a brutally distorted hand. Stern's cry of horror as he scrambled from the ravaged, desecrated cave, and the ghastly horror of his face, seen by the firelight, brought Zangamon and Bremilu to him, in terror. "Master! Master! What " "My God!
Before long Cliff Villa shone resplendent, to the awe and marvel of the Folk. But Allan made no mystery of it. He explained it all to Zangamon, Bremilu and H'yemba, the smith; and when they seemed to understand, bade them tell the rest. Thus every day some new improvement was installed, or some fresh knowledge spread among the colonists.
A quarter-hour had passed before they reached shelter again. Allan bade the Merucaans heap dry wood on the embers in the cavern, while he himself laid Beatrice upon the bed. With a piece of their brown cloth dipped in one of the water-jars he bathed her face and bruised throat. "Fresh water! Fetch a jar of fresh water from the river below!" he commanded Zangamon.
Zangamon paused a second to peer. "I seem to see marks as of hands, master, but " "No matter! On! We must find her! Quick lead the way!" Five minutes of agonizing suspense for Allan brought him, still following the guides, without whom all would have been utterly lost, to a kind of thickly wooded dell that descended sharply to the edge of the canyon. Into this the trail led.
Just a little past eight o'clock a cry suddenly burst from Zangamon, who had left the line during a pause to look for water in a near-by hollow. Stern heard the man's hoarse voice unmistakably resonant with terror. To him he ran. "What is it, Zangamon?" he cried thickly, for his tongue was parched and swollen. "What have you found? Quick, tell me!" "See, O Kromno!
Yet only an instant he hesitated, in the fear of killing Zangamon. For, quick-looming through the darkness, a huge bulk, panting, snarling, chattering, sprang an avalanche of muscle, bone, fur, mad with murder rage. Crack! spoke the automatic, point-blank at this rushing horror, this blacker shadow in the blackness.
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