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ctor knew from years of handling these Games that spectators thrilled more over duels between men than over those between men and beasts. As a consequence he husbanded his supply of warriors, sending enough of them at one time against the jungle creatures that the latter almost invariably succumbed before they could do much harm. Only when a man proved an exceptionally able warrior were the odds more nearly even. About mid-way in that long afternoon, Wotar and his men entered the dungeon and took Tharn, alone, with them. The cave lord looked back as he passed through the doorway, in time to catch an expression in Katon's eyes that was very close to being fear. It came to Tharn, then, that should he perish in action, the planned revolt might never take place. On his leadership depended the hopes of every man in that room. Once more Tharn found himself in the arms-room. The attendant there looked questioningly at Wotar. The master of the Games ran a thoughtful eye over the Cro-Magnard's splendid body. "Give him a hunting-knife--and nothing else," he said finally. "So far this man has had an easy time of it. Now we shall learn just how much of a fighter he really is!" Silently the guard presented a long-bladed knife of flint. Once more the arena door opened; and Tharn, blade in hand, strode into the amphitheater. The shrill cacophony which greeted him held a welcoming note that did not escape the young Tharn. For the first time, he raised his eyes to the innumerable tiers, observing with wonder the mammoth sea of faces turned in his direction. Near the arena wall on his right, and half way to the far end of the arena itself, was that section occupied by Pryak and his numerous retinue. Tharn had no difficulty in picking out the high priest's unimpressive figure seated close to the protecting wall. The cave-man's reverie was abruptly shattered as the massive gate at the enclosure's far end began to swing open. For a moment nothing appeared; then slowly and majestically there emerged from the darkened interior Tharn's arch enemy--Sadu, the lion! CHAPTER XX Revolt! As Sadu, the lion, came into full view, a collective groan rose on the afternoon air. Then came scattered boos and cries of disapproval from various points in the stands. "Give him arrows and a bow!" "No man can kill a lion with a knife!" "Death to Pryak!" shouted some more hardy soul. Scattered protests began to gather vol
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