st pursuer discovered us and set up such a howl as I never
before have heard. They were all Galus, and I soon recognized the
foremost as Du-seen. He was almost upon Ajor now, and with a sense of
terror such as I had never before experienced, I saw that he ran with
his knife in his hand, and that his intention was to slay rather than
capture. I could not understand it, but I could only urge Ace to
greater speed, and most nobly did the wondrous creature respond to my
demands. If ever a four-footed creature approximated flying, it was
Ace that day.

Du-seen, intent upon his brutal design, had as yet not noticed us. He
was within a pace of Ajor when Ace and I dashed between them, and I,
leaning down to the left, swept my little barbarian into the hollow of
an arm and up on the withers of my glorious Ace. We had snatched her
from the very clutches of Du-seen, who halted, mystified and raging.
Ajor, too, was mystified, as we had come up from diagonally behind her
so that she had no idea that we were near until she was swung to Ace's
back. The little savage turned with drawn knife to stab me, thinking
that I was some new enemy, when her eyes found my face and she
recognized me. With a little sob she threw her arms about my neck,
gasping: "My Tom! My Tom!"

And then Ace sank suddenly into thick mud to his belly, and Ajor and I
were thrown far over his head. He had run into one of those numerous
springs which cover Caspak. Sometimes they are little lakes, again but
tiny pools, and often mere quagmires of mud, as was this one overgrown
with lush grasses which effectually hid its treacherous identity. It
is a wonder that Ace did not break a leg, so fast he was going when he
fell; but he didn't, though with four good legs he was unable to wallow
from the mire. Ajor and I had sprawled face down in the covering
grasses and so had not sunk deeply; but when we tried to rise, we found
that there was not footing, and presently we saw that Du-seen and his
followers were coming down upon us. There was no escape. It was
evident that we were doomed.

"Slay me!" begged Ajor. "Let me die at thy loved hands rather than
beneath the knife of this hateful thing, for he will kill me. He has
sworn to kill me. Last night he captured me, and when later he would
have his way with me, I struck him with my fists and with my knife I
stabbed him, and then I escaped, leaving him raging in pain and
thwarted desire. Today they searched