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have torn me limb from limb。 As it was; to my death I
carried an injured shoulder that ached and went lame in
rainy weather and that was a mark of is handiwork。
The Swift One was sick at the time I received this
injury。 It must have been a touch of the malaria from
which we sometimes suffered; but whatever it was; it
made her dull and heavy。 She did not have the
accustomed spring to her muscles; and was indeed in
poor shape for flight when Red…Eye cornered her near
the lair of the wild dogs; several miles south from the
caves。 Usually; she would have circled around him;
beaten him in the straight…away; and gained the
protection of our small…mouthed cave。 But she could
not circle him。 She was too dull and slow。 Each time
he headed her off; until she gave over the attempt and
devoted her energies wholly to keeping out of his
clutches。
Had she not been sick it would have been child's play
for her to elude him; but as it was; it required all
her caution and cunning。 It was to her advantage that
she could travel on thinner branches than he; and make
wider leaps。 Also; she was an unerring judge of
distance; and she had an instinct for knowing the
strength of twigs; branches; and rotten limbs。
It was an interminable chase。 Round and round and back
and forth for long stretches through the forest they
dashed。 There was great excitement among the other
Folk。 They set up a wild chattering; that was loudest
when Red…Eye was at a distance; and that hushed when
the chase led him near。 They were impotent onlookers。
The females screeched and gibbered; and the males beat
their chests in helpless rage。 Big Face was especially
angry; and though he hushed his racket when Red…Eye
drew near; he did not hush it to the extent the others
did。
As for me; I played no brave part。 I know I was
anything but a hero。 Besides; of what use would it
have been for me to encounter Red…Eye? He was the
mighty monster; the abysmal brute; and there was no
hope for me in a conflict of strength。 He would have
killed me; and the situation would have remained
unchanged。 He would have caught the Swift One before
she could have gained the cave。 As it was; I could
only look on in helpless fury; and dodge out of the way
and cease my raging when he came too near。
The hours passed。 It was late afternoon。 And still
the chase went on。 Red…Eye was bent upon exhausting
the Swift One。 He deliberately ran her down。 After a
long time she began to tire and could no longer
maintain her headlong flight。 Then it was that she
began going far out on the thinnest branches; where he
could not follow。 Thus she might have got a breathing
spell; but Red…Eye was fiendish。 Unable to follow her;
he dislodged her by shaking her off。 With all his
strength and weight; he would shake the branch back and
forth until he snapped her off as one would snap a fly
from a whip…lash。 The first time; she saved herself by
falling into branches lower down。 Another time; though
they did not save her from the ground; they broke her
fall。 Still another time; so fiercely did he snap her
from the branch; she was flung clear across a gap into
another tree。 It was remarkable; the way she gripped
and saved herself。 Only when driven to it did she seek
the temporary safety of the thin branches。 But she was
so tired that she could not otherwise avoid him; and
time after time she was compelled to take to the thin
branches。
Still the chase went on; and still the Folk screeched;
beat their chests; and gnashed their teeth。 Then came
the end。 It was almost twilight。 Trembling; panting;
struggling for breath; the Swift One clung pitiably to
a high thin branch。 It was thirty feet to the ground;
and nothing intervened。 Red…Eye swung back and forth
on the branch farther down。 It became a pendulum;
swinging wider and wider with every lunge of his
weight。 Then he reversed suddenly; just before the
downward swing was completed。 Her grips were torn
loose; and; screaming; she was hurled toward the
ground。
But she righted herself in mid…air and descended feet
first。 Ordinarily; from such a height; the spring in
her legs would have eased the shock of impact with the
ground。 But she was exhausted。 She could not exercise
this spring。 Her legs gave under her; having only
partly met the shock; and she crashed on over on her
side。 This; as it turned out; did not injure her; but
it did knock the breath from her lungs。 She lay
helpless and struggling for air。
Red…Eye rushed upon her and seized her。 With his
gnarly fingers twisted into the hair of her head; he
stood up and roared in triumph and defiance at the awed
Folk that watched from the trees。 Then it was that I
went mad。 Caution was thrown to the winds; forgotten
was the will to live of my flesh。 Even as Red…Eye
roared; from behind I dashed upon him。 So unexpected
was my charge that I knocked him off his feet。 I
twined my arms and legs around him and strove to hold
him down。 This would have been impossible to
accomplish had he not held tightly with one hand to the
Swift One's hair。
Encouraged by my conduct; Big…Face became a sudden
ally。 He charged in; sank his teeth in Red…Eye's arm;
and ripped and tore at his face。 This was the time for
the rest of the Folk to have joined in。 It was the
chance to do for Red…Eye for all time。 But they
remained afraid in the trees。
It was inevitable that Red…Eye should win in the
struggle against the two of us。 The reason he did not
finish us off immediately was that the Swift One
clogged his movements。 She had regained her breath and
was beginning to resist。 He would not release his
clutch on her hair; and this handicapped him。 He got a
grip on my arm。 It was the beginning of the end for
me。 He began to draw me toward him into a position
where he could sink his teeth into my throat。 His
mouth was open; and he was grinning。 And yet; though
he had just begun to exert his strength; in that moment
he wrenched my shoulder so that I suffered from it for
the remainder of my life。
And in that moment something happened。 There was no
warning。 A great body smashed down upon the four of us
locked together。 We were driven violently apart and
rolled over and over; and in the suddenness of surprise
we released our holds on one another。 At the moment of
the shock; Big…Face screamed terribly。 I did not know
what had happened; though I smelled tiger and caught a
glimpse of striped fur as I sprang for a tree。
It was old Saber…Tooth。 Aroused in his lair by the
noise we had made; he had crept upon us unnoticed。 The
Swift One gained the next tree to mine; and I
immediately joined her。 I put my arms around her and
held her close to me while she whimpered and cried
softly。 From the ground came a snarling; and crunching
of bones。 It was Saber…Tooth making his supper off of
what had been Big…Face。 From beyond; with inflamed
rims and eyes; Red…Eye peered down。 Here was a monster
mightier than he。 The Swift One and I turned and went
away quietly through the trees toward the cave; while
the Folk gathered overhead and showered down abuse and
twigs and branches upon their ancient enemy。 He lashed
his tail and snarled; but went on eating。
And in such fashion were we saved。 It was a mere
accidentthe sheerest accident。 Else would I have
died; there in Red…Eye's clutch; and there would have
been no bridging of time to the tune of a thousand
centuries down to a progeny that reads newspapers and
rides on electric carsay; and that writes narratives
of bygone happenings even as this is written。
CHAPTER XVII
It was in the early fall of the following year that it
happened。 After his failure to get the Swift One;
Red…Eye had taken another wife; and; strange to relate;
she was still alive。 Stranger still; they had a baby
several months oldRed…Eye's first child。 His previous
wives had never lived long enough to bear him children。
The year had gone well for all of us。 The weather had
been exceptionally mild and food plentiful。 I remember
especially the turnips of that year。 The nut crop was
also very heavy; and the wild plums were larger and
sweeter than usual。
In short; it was a golden year。 And then it happened。
It was in the early morning; and we were surprised in
our caves。 In the chill gray light we awoke from
sleep; most of us; to encounter death。 The Swift One
and I were aroused by a pandemonium of screeching and
gibbering。 Our cave was the highest of all on the
cliff; and we crept to the mouth and peered down。 The
open space was filled with the Fire People。 Their
cries and yells were added to the clamor; but they had
order and plan; while we Folk had none。 Each one of us
fought and acted for himself; and no one of us knew the
extent of the cal