"Then Nanakin, who alone remained on the top of the rocks, called out,
'Alas for the white men! I can see bubbles, and the water is bloody,'
and he beat his head on the rocks and made great grief and called out
to the devils in the cave, 'Spare me my white men, O devils of the cave,
spare me my good white men. But if one must die let it be him that hath
offended.'

"Ah! he was a cunning man, was Nanakin, the father of Nanakin my father.

"The men and the women and children ran up again from the end of the
pool; for, although they were greatly afraid, they durst not leave their
chief by himself to beat out his head upon the stones. So they clustered
round him and wailed also with him. And Nanakin raised his voice again
and again and called out to the devils of the pool to spare him one
white man; and the people called out with him. Yet none of them dared
look upon the water of the pool; only Nanakin turned his eyes that way.

"At last the chief said, 'Ho, what is that?' and he pointed to the
water, and they saw bubbles again rise up and break the surface of the
water. 'Now shall I know if my white men are dead.'

"And, as they looked, behold there shot up from the water a yellow
gourd, and the men shouted, some in wonder and more in fear. And Nanakin
leaned over the edge of the rock and stretched out his hand and drew the
gourd to him. Then he took it in his hand, and lo! there was tied to the
neck a piece of plaited cinnet, which ran deep down into the water under
the rock.

"Again Nanakin called out to his men who stood crouched up behind him.
'What shall I do with this? shall I pull it up?'

"And then--so the people said--there came a voice from the bowels of the
earth, which said, 'Pull!'

"So they drew in the line, and as they drew it became heavy, and then
something came up with a splash, and those that held the line looked
over, and lo! there was the head of Red-Hair, wet and bloody, tied to
the end of it by the ear.

"The head was laid upon the rock, and then the people would have turned
and fled, but that Nanakin and two of his priests said there was now no
fear as the cave devils were angry alone with Red-Hair, who had twice
braved them.

"Then the two priests and Nanakin leant over the wall of rocks and
called out again for the life of Harry to be spared, and as they called,
he shot out from underneath and held out his hands; and they pulled him
in.

"'Let us away from here quickly,' was all he