Anak charged.

Uglik was taken by surprise. His blow glanced off Anak's upraised stone
while an upward sweep of the weapon took him in the neck. He dropped his
stone and threw his arms around Anak's body. Well had Anak planned when
he greased his body, for Uglik's grip failed. Anak shook him loose and
struck again. Once more Uglik grasped him, and this time threw him
heavily to the ground. Again the grease made his hold slip. Anak
struggled to his feet, but it was evident that the fall had hurt him.

* * * * *

Uglik followed up his advantage. He warded off the blow of the hunter's
stone and again flung him to earth. Anak dropped his stone.

Uglik's hands fastened on the hunter's throat, and mercilessly he banged
Anak's head on the rocky ground. Anak wound his mighty legs about the
Father's middle. Silently they put forth their strength. Uglik's hold
was the more deadly, and slowly the hunter weakened.

"The Father kills!" screamed Esle.

She strove to rise to her feet, but Una had her orders from Invar. She
pressed home the spear. With a sob, Esle fell back.

Anak's tongue began to protrude from his mouth and his eyes swelled. An
expression of triumph spread over Uglik's face, which suddenly changed
to one of amazement, and then to pain and fear.

As they rolled over, Anak had felt something pierce his leg. The pain
was nothing, but it persisted. As his consciousness slipped away, only
that one feeling remained. He reached down to his leg. Thrust deep into
his thigh was a knife-like sliver of flint. With a supreme effort, he
rallied his failing consciousness and grasped it. The Father's chest was
directly over him. With his last conscious effort, he thrust upward with
the fragment of flint. His aim was true. Uglik suddenly released his
hold and raised himself to his knees, his hands plucking at his chest.
For a moment he swayed forward and back. Then, with a cry, he pitched
forward, blood gushing from his chest over the unconscious hunter.

* * * * *

Anak recovered consciousness to find his opponent lying dead before him,
the sliver of flint buried in his heart. He staggered to his feet and
tried to speak. His vocal cords refused to act and he massaged his
throat gently.

"I am Father of the tribe of Ugar by right of rannag," he said hoarsely.
"Do any challenge the right?"

There was no answer. Anak stepped to Una's side.

"Uglik spoke truth