he mother ran to it, caught it up in her arms, and crouched over it
crying.

Red-Eye started over to pick up the stick. Old Marrow-Bone had tottered
into his way. Red-Eye's great hand shot out and clutched the old man
by the back of the neck. I looked to see his neck broken. His body went
limp as he surrendered himself to his fate. Red-Eye hesitated a moment,
and Marrow-Bone, shivering terribly, bowed his head and covered his face
with his crossed arms. Then Red-Eye slammed him face-downward to the
ground. Old Marrow-Bone did not struggle. He lay there crying with the
fear of death. I saw the Hairless One, out in the open space, beating
his chest and bristling, but afraid to come forward. And then, in
obedience to some whim of his erratic spirit, Red-Eye let the old man
alone and passed on and recovered the stick.

He returned to the wall and began to climb up. Lop-Ear, who was
shivering and peeping alongside of me, scrambled back into the cave. It
was plain that Red-Eye was bent upon murder. I was desperate and angry
and fairly cool. Running back and forth along the neighboring ledges, I
gathered a heap of rocks at the cave-entrance. Red-Eye was now several
yards beneath me, concealed for the moment by an out-jut of the cliff.
As he climbed, his head came into view, and I banged a rock down. It
missed, striking the wall and shattering; but the flying dust and grit
filled his eyes and he drew back out of view.

A chuckling and chattering arose from the horde, that played the part of
audience. At last there was one of the Folk who dared to face Red-Eye.
As their approval and acclamation arose on the air, Red-Eye snarled down
at them, and on the instant they were subdued to silence. Encouraged
by this evidence of his power, he thrust his head into view, and by
scowling and snarling and gnashing his fangs tried to intimidate me.
He scowled horribly, contracting the scalp strongly over the brows and
bringing the hair down from the top of the head until each hair stood
apart and pointed straight forward.

The sight chilled me, but I mastered my fear, and, with a stone poised
in my hand, threatened him back. He still tried to advance. I drove the
stone down at him and made a sheer miss. The next shot was a success.
The stone struck him on the neck. He slipped back out of sight, but as
he disappeared I could see him clutching for a grip on the wall with
one hand, and with the other clutching at his throat. The stick fell
c