wnward. He threw up his arm to break the force of the blow,
but the club fell too swiftly; the enormous weight of it crashed down on
his skull, and he knew no more.

* * * * *

When he awakened it was to stare for a dazed moment into a pair of blue
eyes that looked down upon him in a place of dim light and stuffy
atmosphere. The eyes were only vaguely familiar in his befuddled memory.
Beautiful eyes, though, and incredibly dear....

"Ora!" he exclaimed, in wondering remembrance, trying to sit up as he
grasped her hand.

"Hush!" she warned him, placing a finger-tip to his lips. "Be quiet now
and perhaps they'll leave us alone for a while."

"They! Did they capture us?" he whispered. "Are you hurt?"

"We're prisoners, all right, excepting poor father. But they didn't harm
_me_ much, outside of the rough handling."

"The devils. What of Detis?" He was growing stronger by the minute and
now saw that they were in an open-mouthed cave and that Mado was sitting
hunched dejectedly in a corner, his massive shoulders drooping and his
proud head bowed on his chest.

"Father--they killed him," Ora sighed almost inaudibly. "Have you
forgotten? We saw the dart strike him and I--I saw it sticking from his
chest. Oh, Carr!" A dry sob caught in her throat.

"Yes--yes. Lord!" Carr groaned, sick at heart with the sudden
recollection and full of compassion for the stricken girl.

He patted her hand with clumsy tenderness as she turned her head and
gazed out through the cave mouth in silence that was fraught with
intense pain. She would take it like that: with little to say but with
much inward suffering.

And then he noticed a fourth occupant of the cavern, a young lad of
Titan. Like one of the savages in his small stature and in the large
size of his head, he was much lighter in color and his body was encased
in a snug one-piece garment of shimmering material of silky texture. And
there was a different light in his eyes, the light of intelligence and
culture.

"Who is that?" Carr whispered.

Ora stared when she saw that the stranger was on his feet. "Oh," she
exclaimed, "I'm glad he has recovered. He's one of the civilized ones;
they captured him with his ovoid when the second pteranodon went out
after them."

* * * * *

Mado was standing now, endeavoring to communicate with the lad by means
of signs and the drawing of crude pictures in the red sand of the ca