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Title:      The Red Hawk
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs
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Title:      The Red Hawk
Author:     Edgar Rice Burroughs

Chapter I. THE FLAG

THE JANUARY sun beat hotly upon me as I reined Red Lightning in at
the summit of a barren hill and looked down toward the rich land of
plenty that stretched away below me as far as the eye could see. In
that direction was the mighty sea, a day's ride, perhaps, to the
westward-the sea that none of us had ever looked upon; the sea that
had become as fabulous as a legend of the ancients during the nearly
four hundred years since the Moon men swept down upon us and
overwhelmed the earth in their mad and bloody carnival of

In the near distance the green of the orange groves mocked us from
below, and great patches that were groves of leafless nut trees, and
there were sandy patches toward the south that were vineyards waiting
for the hot suns of April and May before they, too, broke into
riotous, tantalizing green. And from this garden spot of plenty a
curling trail wound up the mountainside to the very level where we
sat gazing down upon this last stronghold of our foes.

When the ancients built that trail it must have been wide and
beautiful indeed, but in the centuries that elapsed man and the
elements have sadly defaced it. The rains have washed it away in
places, and the Kalkars have made great gashes in it to deter us,
their enemies, from invading their sole remaining lands and driving
them into the sea; and upon their side of the gashes they had built
forts where they keep warriors always. It is so upon every pass that
leads down into their country. And well for them that they do so
guard themselves!

Since fell my great ancestor, Julian 9th, in the year 2122, at the
end of the first uprising against the Kalkars, we have been driving
them slowly back across the world. That was more than three hundred
years ago. For a hundred years they have held us here, a day's ride
from the ocean. Just how far it is we do not know; but in 2408 my
grandfather, Julian 18th, rode alone almost to the sea.

He had won back nearly to safety when he was discovered and
pursued almost to the tents of his people. There was a battle, and
the Kalkars who had dared invade our country were destroyed, but
Julian 18th died of his wounds without being able to tell more than
that a wondrously rich country lay between us and the sea, which was
not more than a day's ride distant. A day's ride, for us, might be
anything under a hundred miles.

We are desert people. Our herds range a vast territory where feed
is scarce, that we may be always near the goal that our ancestors set
for us three centuries ago-the shore of the western sea into which it
is our destiny to drive the remnants of our former oppressors.

In the forests and mountains of Arizona there is rich pasture, but
it is far from the land of the Kalkars where the last of the tribe of
Or-tis make their last stand, and so we prefer to live in the desert
near our foes, driving our herds great distances to pasture when the
need arises, rather than to settle down in a comparative land of
plenty, resigning the age old struggle, the ancient feud between the
house of Julian and the house of Or-tis.

A light breeze moves the black mane of the bright bay stallion
beneath me. It moves my own black mane where it falls loose below the
buckskin thong that encircles my head and keeps it from my eyes. It
moves the dangling ends of the Great Chief's blanket strapped behind
any saddle.

On the twelfth day of the eighth month of the year just gone this
Great Chief's blanket covered the shoulders of my father, Julian
19th, from the burning rays of the summer's desert sun. I was twenty
on that day, and on that day my father fell before the lance of an
Or-tis in the Great Feud, and I became the Chief of Chiefs.

Surrounding me to-day as I sit looking down upon the land of my
enemies are fifty of the fierce chieftains of the hundred clans that
swear allegiance to the house of Julian. They are bronzed and, for
the most part, beardless men.

The insignias of their clans are painted in various colors upon
their foreheads, their cheeks, their breasts. Ocher they use, and
blue and white and scarlet. Feathers rise from the head bands that
confine their hair-the feathers of the vulture, the hawk, and the
eagle. I, Julian 20th, wear a single feather. It is from a red-tailed
hawk-the clan sign of my family.

We are all garbed similarly. Let me describe the Wolf, and in his
portrait you will see a composite of us all. He is a sinewy, well
built man of fifty, with piercing gray-blue eyes beneath straight
brows. His head is well shaped, denoting great intelligence. His
features are strong and powerful and of a certain fierce cast that
might well strike terror to a foeman's heart-and does, if the Kalkar
scalps that fringe his ceremonial blanket stand for aught. His
breeches, wide about the hips and skin tight from above the knees
down, are of the skin of the buck deer. His soft boots, tied tight
about the calf of each leg, are also of buck. Above the waist he
wears a sleeveless vest of calfskin tanned with the hair on. The
Wolf's is of fawn and white.

Sometimes these vests are ornamented with bits of colored stone or
metal sewn to the hide in various designs. From the Wolf's headband,
just above the right ear, depends the tail of a timber wolf-the clan
sign of his family.

An oval shield upon which is painted the head of a wolf hangs
about this chief's neck, covering his back from nape to kidneys. It
is a stout, light shield-a hardwood frame covered with bullhide.
Around its periphery have been fastened the tails of wolves. In such
matters each man, with the assistance of his women folk, gives rein
to his fancy in the matter of ornamentation.

Clan signs and chief signs, however, are sacred. The use of one to
which he is not entitled might spell death for any man. I say "might"
because we have no inflexible laws. We have few laws.

The Kalkars were forever making laws, so we hate them. We judge
each case upon its own merits, and we pay more attention to what a
man intended doing than what he did.

The Wolf is armed, as are the rest of us, with a light lance about
eight feet in length, a knife and a straight two-edged sword. A
short, stout bow is slung beneath his right stirrup leather, and a
quiver of arrows is at his saddlebow.

The blades of his sword and his knife and the metal of his lance
tip come from a far place called Kolrado and are made by a tribe that
is famous because of the hardness and the temper of the metal of
their blades. The Utaws bring us metal also, but theirs is inferior,
and we use it only for the shoes that protect our horses' feet from
the cutting sands and the rocks of our hard and barren country.

The Kolrados travel many days to reach us, coming once in two
years. They pass, unmolested, through the lands of many tribes
because they bring what none might otherwise have, and what we need
in our never ending crusade against the Kalkars. That is the only
thread that holds together the scattered clans and tribes that spread
east and north and south beyond the ken of man. All are animated by
the same purpose-to drive the last of the Kalkars into the sea.

From the Kolrados we get meager news of clans beyond them toward
the rising sun. Far, far to the east, they say, so far that in a
lifetime no man might reach it-lies another great sea, and that
there, as here upon the world's western edge, the Kalkars are making
their last stand. All the rest of the world has been won back by the
people of our own blood-by Americans.

We are always glad to see the Kolrados come, for they bring us
news of other peoples; and we welcome the Utaws, too, although we are
not a friendly people, killing all others who come among us, for
fear, chiefly, that they may be spies sent by the Kalkars.

It is handed down from father to son that this was not always so,
and that once the people of the world went to and fro safely from
place to place, and that then all spoke the same language; but now it
is different. The Kalkars brought hatred and suspicion among us until
now we trust only the members of our own clans and tribe.

The Kolrados, from coming often among us, we can understand, and
they can understand us, by means of a few words and many signs,
although when they speak their own language among themselves we
cannot understand them, except for an occasional word that is like
one of ours. They say that when the last of the Kalkars is driven
from the world we must live at peace with one another; but I am
afraid that that will never come to pass, for who would go through
life without breaking a lance or dipping his sword point now and
again into the blood of a stranger? Not the Wolf, I swear; nor no
more the Red Hawk.

By the Flag! I take more pleasure in meeting a stranger upon a
lonely trail than in meeting a friend, for I cannot set my lance
against a friend and feel the swish of the wind as Red Lightning
bears me swiftly down upon the prey and I crouch in the saddle, nor
thrill to the shock as we strike.

I am the Red Hawk. I am but twenty, yet the fierce chiefs of a
hundred fierce clans bow to my will. I am a Julian-the twentieth
Julian-and from this year 2430 I can trace my line back five hundred
and thirty-four years to Julian 1st, who was born in 1896. From
father to son, by word of mouth, has been handed down to me the story
of every Julian, and there is no blot upon the shield of one in all
that long line, nor shall there be any blot upon the shield of Julian

From my fifth year to my tenth I learned, word for word, as had my
father before me, the deeds of my forbears, and to hate the Kalkars
and the tribe of Or-tis. This, with riding, was my schooling. From
ten to fifteen I learned to use lance and sword and knife, and on my
sixteenth birthday I rode forth with the other men-a warrior.

As I sat there this day looking down upon the land of the accused
Kalkars, my mind went back to the deeds of the fifteenth Julian, who
had driven the Kalkars across the desert and over the edge of these
mountains into the valley below just one hundred years before I was
born, and I turned to the Wolf and pointed down toward the green
groves and the distant hills and off beyond to where the mysterious
ocean lay.

"For a hundred years they have held us here," I said. "It is too

"It is too long," the Wolf agreed.

"When the rains are over the Red Hawk leads his people into the
land of plenty."

The Rock raised his spear and shook it savagely toward the valley
far below. The scalp-lock fastened just below its metal-shod tip
trembled in the wind. "When the rains are over!" cried the Rock. His
fierce eyes glowed with the fire of fanaticism.

"The green of the groves we will dye red with their blood!" cried
the Rattlesnake.

"With our swords, not our mouths," I said, and wheeled Red
Lightning toward the east.

The Coyote laughed, and the others joined with him as we wound
downward out of the hills toward the desert.

On the afternoon of the following day we came within sight of our
tents, where they were pitched beside the yellow flood of the river.
Five miles before that we had seen a few puffs of smoke rise from the
summit of a hill to the north of us. It told the camp that a body of
horsemen was approaching from the west. It told us that our sentry
was on duty and that doubtless all was well.

At a signal my warriors formed themselves in two straight lines,
crossing each other at their centers. A moment later another smoke
signal arose, informing the camp that we were friends and us that our
signal had been rightly read.

Presently, in a wild charge, whooping and brandishing our spears,
we charged down among the tents. Dogs, children, and slaves scampered
for safety, the dogs barking, the children and the slaves yelling and
laughing. As we swung ourselves from our mounts before our tents,
slaves rushed out to seize our bridle reins, the dogs leaped,
growling, upon us in exuberant welcome, while the children fell upon
their sires, their uncles, or their brothers, demanding the news of
the ride or a share in the spoils of conflict or chase. Then we
greeted our women.

I had no wife, but there were my mother and my two sisters, and I
found them awaiting me in the inner tent, seated upon a low couch
that was covered, as was the floor, with the bright blankets that our
slaves weave from the wool of sheep. I knelt and took my mother's
hand and kissed it, and then I kissed her upon the lips, and in the
same fashion I saluted my sisters, the elder first.

It is custom among us; but it is also our pleasure, for we both
respect and love our women. Even if we did not, we should appear to,
if only for the reason that the Kalkars do otherwise. They are brutes
and swine.

We do not permit our women a voice in the councils of the men, but
none the less do they influence our councils from the seclusion of
their inner tents. It is indeed an unusual mother among us who does
not make her voice heard in the council through her husband or her
sons, and she does it through the love and respect in which they hold
her, and not by scolding and nagging.

They are wonderful, our women. It is for them and the Flag that we
have fought the foe across a world for three hundred years. It is for
them that we shall go forth and drive him into the sea.

As the slaves prepared the evening meal I chatted with my mother
and my sisters. My two brothers, the Vulture and Rain Cloud, lay also
at any mother's feet. The Vulture was eighteen, a splendid warrior, a
true Julian.

Rain Cloud was sixteen then, and I think the most beautiful
creature I had ever seen. He had just become a warrior, but so sweet
and lovable was his disposition that the taking of human life
appeared a most incongruous calling for him; yet he was a Julian, and
there was no alternative.

Every one loved him, and respected him, too, even though he had
never excelled in feats of arms, for which he seemed to have no
relish; but they respected him because they knew that he was brave
and that he would fight as courageously as any of them, even though
he might have no stomach for it. Personally, I considered Rain Cloud
braver than I, for I knew that he would do well the thing he hated,
while I would be only doing well the thing I loved.

The Vulture resembled me in looks and the love of blood, so we
left Rain Cloud at home to help guard the women and the children,
which was no disgrace, since it is a most honorable and sacred trust,
and we went forth to the fighting when there was likely to be any,
and when there wasn't we went forth and searched for it. How often
have I ridden the trails leading in across our vast frontiers longing
for sight of a strange horseman against whom I might bend my

We asked no questions then when we had come close enough to see
the clan sign of the stranger and to know that he was of another
tribe and likely he was as keen for the fray as we, otherwise he
would have tried to avoid us. We each drew rein at a little distance
and set his lance, and each called aloud his name, and then with a
righty oath each bore down upon the other, and then one rode away
with a fresh scalp-lock and a new horse to add to his herd, while the
other remained to sustain the vulture and the coyote.

Two or three of our great, shaggy hounds came in and sprawled
among us as we lay talking with mother and the two girls, Nallah and
Neeta. Behind my mother and sisters squatted three slave girls, ready
to do their bidding, for our women do not labor. They ride and walk
and swim and keep their bodies strong and fit that they may bear
mighty warriors, but labor is beneath them, as it is beneath us.

We hunt and fight and tend our own herds, for that is not menial,
but all other labor the slaves perform. We found them here when we
came. They have been here always-a stolid, dark-skinned people,
weavers of blankets and baskets, makers of pottery, tillers of the
soil. We are kind to them, and they are happy.

The Kalkars, who preceded us, were not kind to them. It has been
handed down to them from father to son, for more than a hundred
years, that the Kalkars were cruel to them, and they hate their
memory; yet, were we to be driven away by the Kalkars, these simple
people would remain and serve anew their cruel masters, for they will
never leave their soil.

They have strange legends of a far time when great horses of iron
raced across the desert, dragging iron tents filled with people
behind them, and they point to holes in the mountainsides through
which these iron monsters made their way to the green valleys by the
sea, and they tell of men who-flew like birds and as swiftly; but of
course we know that such things were never true and are but the
stories that the old men and the women among them told to the
children for their amusement. However, we like to listen to them.

I told my mother of my plans to move down into the valley of the
Kalkars after the rains.

She was silent some time before making a reply.

"Yes, of course," she said: "you would be no Julian were you not
to attempt it. At least twenty times before in a hundred years have
our warriors gone down in force into the valley of the Kalkars and
been driven back. I wish that you might have taken a wife and left a
son to be Julian 21st before you set out upon this expedition from
which you may not return. Think well of it, my son, before you set
forth. A year or two will make no great difference. But you are the
Great Chief, and if you decide to go, we can but wait here for your
return and pray that all is well with you."

"But you do not understand, mother," I replied. "I said that we
are going to move down in the valley of the Kalkars after the rains.
I did not say that we are coming back again. I did not say that you
would remain here and wait for our return. You will accompany us.

"The tribe of Julian moves down into the valley of the Kalkars
when the rains are over, and they take with them their women and
their children and their tents and all their flocks and herds and
every other possession that is movable, and-they do not return to
live in the desert ever more."

She did not reply, but only sat in thought.

Presently a man slave came to bid us warriors to the evening meal.
The women and the children eat this meal within their tents, but the
warriors gather around a great circular table, called the Council

There were a hundred of us there that night. Flares in the hands
of slaves gave us light and there was light from the cooking fire
that burned within the circle formed by the table. The others
remained standing until I had taken my seat, which was the signal
that the eating might begin.

Slaves brought meat and vegetables-beef and mutton, both boiled
and broiled, potatoes, beans and corn, and there were bowls of figs
and dried grapes and dried plums. There were also venison and bear
meat and fish.

There was a great deal of talk and a great deal of laughter, loud
and boisterous, for the evening meal in the home camp is always a
gala event. We ride hard and we ride often and we ride long, often we
are fighting, and much of the time away from home. Then we have
little to eat and nothing to drink but water, which is often warm and
unclean and always scarce in our country.

We sit upon a long bench that encircles the outer periphery of the
table, and as I took my seat the slaves, bearing platters of meat,
passed along the inner rim of the table. As they came opposite each
warrior he arose and leaning far across the board, seized a portion
of meat with a thumb and finger and cut it deftly away with his sharp
knife. The slaves moved in slow procession without pause, and there
was a constant gleam and flash of blades and movement and change of
color as the painted warriors arose and leaned across the table, the
firelight playing upon their beads and metal ornaments and the gay
feathers of their headdresses. And the noise!

Pacing to and fro behind the warriors were two-score shaggy hounds
waiting for the scraps that would presently be tossed them-large,
savage beasts bred to protect our flocks from coyote and wolf,
hellhound and lion; and quite capable of doing it, too.

As the warriors fell to eating, the din subsided, and at a word
from me a youth at my elbow struck a deep note from a drum. Instantly
there was silence. Then I spoke:

"For a hundred years we have dwelt beneath the heat of this barren
wasteland, while our foes occupied a flowering garden, their cheeks
fanned by the cooling breezes of the sea. They live in plenty; their
women eat of luscious fruits, fresh from the trees, while ours must
be satisfied with the dried and wrinkled semblance of the real.

"Ten slaves they have to do their labor for every one that we
possess; their flocks and herds find lush pasture and sparkling water
beside their masters' tents, while ours pick a scant existence across
forty thousand square miles of sandy, rockbound desert. But these
things gall the soul of Red Hawk least of all. The wine turns bitter
in my mouth when in my mind's eye I look out across the rich valleys
of the Kalkars and I recall that here alone in all the world that we
know there flies not the Flag."

A great growl rose from the fierce throats.

"Since my youth I have held one thought sacred in my breast
against the day that the blanket of the Great Chief should fall upon
my shoulders. That day has come, and I but await the time that the
rains shall be safely over before making of that thought a deed.
Twenty times in a hundred years have the Julian warriors ridden down
into the Kalkar country in force, but their women and their children
and their flocks remained behind in the desert-an unescapable
argument for their return.

"It shall not be so again. In April the tribe of Julian leaves the
desert forever. With our tents and our women and all our flocks and
herds we shall descend and live among the orange groves. This time
there shall be no turning back. I, the Red Hawk, have spoken."

The Wolf leaped to his feet, his naked blade flashing in the

"The Flag!" he cried.

A hundred warriors sprang erect, a hundred swords arose,
shimmering, above our heads.

"The Flag! The Flag!"

I stepped to the table top and raised a tankard of wine aloft.

"The Flag!" I cried again; and we all drank deep.

And then the women came, my mother carrying the Flag, furled upon
a long staff. She halted there, at the foot of the table, the other
women massed behind her, and she undid the cords that held it and let
the Flag break out in the desert breeze, and we all kneeled and bent
our heads to the faded bit of fabric that has been handed down from
father to son through all the vicissitudes and hardships and
bloodshed of more than five hundred years since the day that it was
carried to victory by Julian 1st in a long forgotten war.

This, the Flag, is known from all other flags as the Flag of
Argon, although its origin and the meaning of the word that describes
it are lost in the mists of time. It is of alternate red and white
stripes, with a blue square in one corner upon which are sewn many
white stars. The white is yellow with age, and the blue and the red
are faded, and it is torn in places, and there are brown spots upon
it-the blood of Julians who have died protecting it, and the blood of
their enemies. It fills us with awe, for it has the power of life and
death, and it brings the rains and the winds and the thunder. That is
why we bow down before it.

Chapter II. EXODUS

APRIL ARRIVED, and with it the clans, coming at my bidding. Soon
there would be little danger of heavy rains in the coast valleys. To
have been caught there in a week of rain with an army would have been
fatal, for the mud is deep and sticky and our horses would have mired
and the Kalkars fallen upon us and destroyed us.

They greatly outnumber us, and so our only hope must lie in our
mobility. We realize that we are reducing this by taking along our
women and our flocks; but we believe that so desperate will be our
straits that we must conquer, since the only alternative to victory
must be death-death for us and worse for our women and children.

The clans have been gathering for two days, and all are there-some
fifty thousand souls; and of horses, cattle, and sheep there must be
a thousand thousand, for we are rich in livestock. In the last two
months, at my orders, all our swine have been slaughtered and smoked,
for we could not be hampered by them on the long desert march, even
if they could have survived it.

There is water in the desert this time of year and some feed, but
it will be a hard, a terrible march. We shall lose a great deal of
our stock, one in ten, perhaps; the Wolf thinks it may be as high as
five in ten.

We shall start to-morrow an hour before sunset, making a short
march of about ten miles to a place where there is a spring along the
trail the ancients used. It is strange to see all across the desert
evidence of the great work they accomplished. After five hundred
years the location of their well graded trail, with its wide,
sweeping curves, is plainly discernible. It is a narrow trail, but
there are signs of another, much wider, that we discover
occasionally. It follows the general line of the other, crossing it
and recrossing it, without any apparent reason, time and time again.
It is almost obliterated by drifting sand, or washed away by the rain
of ages. Only where it is of material like stone has it endured.

The pains those ancients took with things! The time and men and
effort they expended! And for what? They have disappeared, and their
works with them.

As we rode that first night Rain Cloud was often at my side, and
as usual he was gazing at the stars.

"Soon you will know all about them," I said, laughing, "for you
are always spying upon them. Tell me some of their secrets."

"I am learning them," he replied seriously.

"Only the Flag, who put them there to light our way at night knows
them all," I reminded him.

He shook his head. "They were there, I think, long before the Flag

"Hush!" I admonished him. "Speak no ill of the Flag."

"I speak no ill of it," he replied. "It stands for all to me. I
worship it, even as you; yet still I think the stars are older than
the Flag, as the earth must be older than the Flag."

"The Flag made the earth," I reminded him.

"Then where did it abide before it made the earth?" he asked.

I scratched my head. "It is not for us to ask," I replied. "It is
enough that our fathers told us these things. Why would you question

"I would know the truth."

"What good will it do you?" I asked.

This time it was the Rain Cloud who scratched.

"It is not well to be ignorant," he replied at last. "Beyond the
desert, wherever I have ridden, I have seen hills. I know not what
lies beyond those hills. I should like to see.

To the west is the ocean. In my day, perhaps, we shall reach it. I
shall build a canoe and go forth upon the ocean and see what lies

"You will come to the edge of the world and tumble over it, and
that will be the end of your canoe and you."

"I do not know about that," he replied. "You think the earth is

"And who is there that does not think so? Can we not see that it
is flat? Look about you-it is like a large, round, flat cake."

"With land in the center and water all round the land?" he

"Of course."

"What keeps the water from running off the edge?" he wanted to

I had never thought about that, and so I returned the only answer
that I could think of at the time.

"The Flag, of course," I said.

"Do not be a fool, my brother," said Rain Cloud. "You are a great
warrior and a mighty chief; you should be wise, and the wise man
knows that nothing, not even the Flag, can keep water from running
down hill if it is not confined."

"Then it must be confined," I argued. "There must be land to hold
the water from running over the edge of the world."

"And what is beyond that land?"

"Nothing," I replied confidently.

"What do the hills stand on? What does the earth stand on?"

"It floats on a great ocean," I explained.

"With hills around it to keep its water from running over its

"I suppose so."

"And what upholds that ocean and those hills?" he went on.

"Do not be foolish," I told him. "I suppose there must be another
ocean below that one."

"And what holds it up?"

I thought he would never stop. I do not enjoy thinking about such
useless things. It is a waste of time, yet now that he had started me
thinking, I saw that I should have to go on until I had satisfied
him. Somehow I had an idea that dear little Rain Cloud was poking fun
at me, and so I bent my mind to the thing and really thought, and
when I did think I saw how foolish is the belief that we all

"We know only about the land that we can see and the oceans that
we know exist, because others have seen them," I said at last. "These
things, then, of, which we know, constitute the earth. What upholds
the earth we do not know, but doubtless it floats about in the air as
float the clouds. Are you satisfied?"

"Now I will tell you what I think," he said. "I have been watching
the sun, the moon, and the stars every night since I was old enough
to have a thought beyond my mother's breast. I have seen, as you can
see, as every one with eyes can see, that the sun, the moon, and the
stars are round like oranges. They move always in the same paths
through the air, though all do not move upon the same path. Why
should the earth be different? It probably is not. It, too, is round,
and it moves upon its path. What keeps them all from falling I do not

I laughed at that, and called to Nallah, our sister, who rode near
by. "Rain Cloud thinks that the earth is round like an orange."

"We should slip off if that were true," she said.

"Yes, and all the water would run off it," I added.

"There is something about it that I do not understand," admitted
Rain Cloud, "yet still I think that I am right. There is so much that
none of us knows. Nallah spoke of the water running off the earth if
it were round. Did you ever think of the fact that all the water of
which we know runs down forever from the higher places? How does it
get back again?"

"The rains and snows," I replied quickly.

"Where do they come from?"

"I do not know."

"There is so much that we do not know," sighed Rain Cloud; "yet
all that we can spare the time for is thoughts of fighting. I shall
be glad when we have chased the last of the Kalkars into the sea, so
that some of us may sit down in peace and think."

"It is handed down to us that the ancients prided themselves upon
their knowledge, but what did it profit them? I think we are happier.
They must have had to work all their lives to do the things they did
and to know all the things they knew, yet they could eat no more or
sleep no more or drink no more in a lifetime than can we. And now
they are gone forever from the earth and all their works with them,
and all their knowledge is lost."

"And presently we will be gone," said Rain Cloud.

"And we will have left as much as they to benefit those who
follow," I replied.

"Perhaps you are right, Red Hawk," said Rain Cloud; "yet I cannot
help wanting to know more than I do know."

The second march was also made at night, and was a little longer
than the first. We had a good moon, and the desert night was bright.
The third march was about twenty-five miles; and the fourth a short
one, only ten miles. And there we left the trail of the ancients and
continued in a southwesterly direction to a trail that followed a
series of springs that gave us short marches the balance of the way
to a lake called Bear by our slaves.

The way, of course, was all well known to us, and so we knew just
what was ahead and dreaded the fifth march, which was a terrible one,
by far the worst of them all. It lay across a rough and broken area
of desert and crossed a range of barren mountains. For forty-five
miles it wound its parched way from water hole to water hole.

For horsemen alone it would have been a hard march, but with
cattle and sheep to herd across that waterless waste it became a
terrific undertaking. Every beast that was strong enough carried hay,
oats or barley, in sacks, for we could not depend entirely upon the
sparse feed of the desert for so huge a caravan; but water we could
not carry in sufficient quantities for the stock. We transported
enough, however on the longer marches to insure a supply for the
women and all children under sixteen, and on the short marches enough
for nursing mothers and children under ten.

We rested all day before the fifth march began, setting forth
about three hours before sundown. From fifty camps in fifty parallel
lines we started. Every man, woman and child was mounted. The women
carried all children under five; usually seated astride a blanket on
the horse's rump behind the mother. The rest rode alone. The bulk of
the warriors and all the women and children set out ahead of the
herds, which followed slowly behind, each bunch securely hemmed in by
outriders and followed by a rear guard of warriors.

A hundred men on swift horses rode at the head of the column, and
as the night wore on gradually increased their lead until they were
out of sight of the remainder of the caravan. Their duty was to reach
the camp site ahead of the others and fill the water tanks that
slaves had been preparing for the last two months.

We took but a few slaves with us, only personal attendants for the
women and such others as did not wish to be separated from their
masters and had chosen to accompany us. For the most part the slaves
preferred to remain in their own country, and we were willing to let
them, since it made fewer mouths to feed upon the long journey, and
we knew that in the Kalkar country we should find plenty to take
their places, as we would take those from the Kalkars we

At the end of five hours we were strung out in a column fully ten
miles long, and our outriders on either flank were often half a mile
apart; but we had nothing to fear from the attacks of human enemies,
the desert being our best defense against such. Only we of the desert
knew the desert trails and the water holes, only we are innured to
the pitiless hardships of its barrenness, its heat, and its

But we have other enemies, and on this long march they clung
tenaciously to our flanks, almost surrounding the great herds with a
cordon of gleaming eyes and flashing fangs-the coyotes, the wolves,
and the hellhounds. Woe betide the straggling sheep or cow that they
might cut off from the protection of the rear guard or the flankers.
A savage chorus; a rush, and the poor creature was literally torn to
pieces upon its feet. A woman or child with his mount would have
suffered a similar fate, and even a lone warrior might be in great
danger. If the brutes knew their own strength, they could, I believe,
exterminate us, for their numbers are appalling; there must have been
as high as a thousand following us upon that long march at a single

But they hold us in great fear because we have waged relentless
warfare against them for hundreds of years, and the fear of us must
be bred in them. Only when in great numbers and goaded by starvation
will they attack a full grown warrior. They kept us busy all during
the long nights of this wearisome march, and they kept our shaggy
hounds busy, too. The coyotes and the wolves are easy prey for the
hounds, but the hellhounds are a match for them, and it is these that
we fear most. Our hounds, and with the fifty clans there must have
been gathered a full two thousand of them, work with tireless
efficiency and a minimum of wasted effort when on the march.

In camp they are constantly fighting among themselves, but on the
march, never. From the home camp they indulge in futile chases after
rabbits, but on the march they consume no energy uselesssly. The dogs
of each clan have their pack leader, usually an experienced dog owned
by the hound-chief of the clan. The Vulture is our hound-chief, and
his hound, old Lonay, is pack leader. He does his work and leads his
pack with scarce a word from the Vulture. He has about fifty hounds
in his pack, twenty-five of which he posts at intervals about the
herd, and with the other twenty-five old Lonay brings up the

A high-pitched yelp from one of his sentries is a signal of
attack, and brings Lonay and his fighting dogs to the rescue.
Sometimes there will be a sudden rush of coyotes, wolves and
hellhounds simultaneously from two or three points, and then the
discipline and intelligence of old Lonay and his pack merit the
affection and regard in which we hold these great, shaggy beasts.

Whirling rapidly two or three times, Lonay emits a series of
deep-throated growls and barks, and instantly the pack splits into
two or three or more units, each of which races to a different point
of trouble. If at any point they are outnumbered and the safety of
the herd imperiled, they set up a great wailing which is the signal
that they need the help of warriors, a signal that never goes
unheeded. In similar cases, or in the hunt, the hounds of other packs
will come to the rescue, and all will work together harmoniously, yet
if one of these same hounds should wander into the others' camp a
half hour later he would be torn to pieces.

But enough of this, and of the long, tiresome march. It was over
at last. The years of thought that I had given it, the two months of
preparation that had immediately preceded it, the splendid condition
of all our stock, the training and the temper of my people bore
profitable fruit, and we came through without the loss of a man,
woman or child, and with the loss of less than two in a hundred of
our herds and flocks. The mountain crossing on that memorable fifth
march took the heaviest toll, mostly lambs and calves falling by the
trail side.

With two days out for rest we came, at the end of the tenth march
and the twelfth day, to the lake called Bear and into a rich mountain
country, lush with feed and game. Here deer and wild goats and wild
sheep abounded, with rabbit and quail and wild chicken, and the
beautiful wild cattle that the legends of our slaves tell us are
descended from the domestic stock of the ancients.

It was not my plan to rest here longer than was necessary to
restore in full the strength and spirits of the stock. Our horses
were not jaded, as we had had sufficient to change often. In fact, we
warriors had not ridden our war horses once upon the journey. Red
Lightning had trotted into the last camp fat and sleek.

To have remained here long would have been to have apprised the
enemy of our plans, for the Kalkars and their slaves hunt in these
mountains which adjoin their land, and should a single hunter see
this vast concourse of Julians our coming would have been known
throughout the valleys in a single day, and our purpose guessed by

So, after a day of rest, I sent the Wolf and a thousand warriors
westward to the main pass of the ancients with orders to make it
appear that we were attempting to enter the valley there in force.
For three days he would persist in this false advance, and in that
time I felt that I should have drawn all the Kalkar fighting men from
the valley lying southwest of the lake of the Bear. My lookouts were
posted upon every eminence that gave view of the valleys and the
trails between the main pass of the ancients and that through which
we should pour down from the Bear out into the fields and groves of
the Kalkars.

The third day was spent in preparation. The last of the arrows
were finished and distributed. We looked to our saddle leathers and
our bridles. We sharpened our swords and knives once more and put
keener points upon our lances. Our women mixed the war paint and
packed our belongings again for another march. The herds were
gathered and held in close, compact bunches.

Riders reported to me at intervals from the various lookouts and
from down the trail to the edge of the Kalkar farms. No enemy had
seen us, but that they had seen the Wolf and his warriors we had the
most reassuring evidence in the reports from our outposts that every
trail from south and west was streaming with Kalkar warriors and that
they were converging upon the pass of the ancients.

During the third day we moved leisurely down the mountain trails
and as night fell our vanguard of a thousand warriors debouched into
the groves of the Kalkars. Leaving four thousand warriors, mostly
youths, to guard the women, the children, the flocks and the herds, I
set out rapidly in a northwesterly direction toward the pass of the
ancients at the head of full twenty thousand warriors.

Our war horses we had led all day as we came slowly out of the
mountains riding other animals, and not until we were ready to start
upon the twenty-five-mile march to the pass of the ancients did we
saddle and mount the fleet beasts upon which the fate of the Julians
might rest this night. In consequence our horses were fresh from a
two weeks' rest. Three hours of comparatively easy riding should see
us upon the flanks of the enemy.

The Rock, a brave and seasoned warrior, I had left behind to guard
the women, the children, and the stock. The Rattlesnake, with five
thousand warriors, bore along a more westerly trail, after fifteen
miles had been covered, that he might fall upon the rear of the enemy
from one point while I fell upon them from another, and at the same
time place himself between their main body, lying at the foot of the
pass, and the source of their supplies and reenforcements.

With the Wolf, the mountains, and the desert upon one side, and
the Rattlesnake and I blocking them upon the south and the southeast,
the position of the Kalkars appeared to me to be hopeless.

Toward midnight I called a halt to await the report of scouts who
had preceded us, and it was not long before they commenced to come
in. From them I learned that the camp fires of the Kalkars were
visible from an eminence less than a mile ahead. I gave the signal to

Slowly the great mass of warriors moved forward. The trail dipped
down into a little valley and then wound upward to the crest of a low
ridge, where, a few minutes later, I reined in Red Lightning.

Before me spread a broad valley bathed in the soft light of moon
and stars. Dark masses in the nearer foreground I recognized as
orange groves even without the added evidence of the sweet aroma of
their blossoms that was heavy on the still night air. Beyond, to the
northwest, a great area was dotted with dying camp fires.

I filled my lungs with the cool, sweet air; I felt my nerves
tingle; a wave of exultation surged through me; Red Lightning
trembled beneath me. After nearly four hundred years a Julian stood
at last upon the threshold of complete revenge!


VERY QUIETLY we crept down among the orange groves, nearer, ever
nearer, to the sleeping foe. Somewhere to the west of us, beneath the
silvery moon, the Rattlesnake was creeping stealthily forward to
strike. Presently the stillness of the night would be broken by the
booming of his war drums and the hoarse war cries of his savage
horde. It would be the signal that would send the Wolf down from the
mountain heights above them and the Red Hawk from the orange groves
below them to sink fang and talon into the flesh of the hated
Kalkars, and ever the Rattlesnake would be striking at their

Silently we awaited the signal from the Rattlesnake. A thousand
bowmen wishing their bows and loosened arrows in their quivers;
swords were readjusted, their hilts ready to the hand; men spat upon
their right palm that their lance grip might be the surer. The night
dragged on toward dawn.

The success of my plan depended upon a surprise attack while the
foe slept. I knew that the Rattlesnake would not fail me, but
something must have delayed him. I gave the signal to advance
silently. Like shadows we moved through the orange groves and
deployed along a front two miles in length, a thousand bowmen in the
lead and behind these line after line of lancers and swordsmen.

Slowly we moved forward toward the sleeping camp. How like the
lazy, stupid Kalkars that no sentries were posted at their rear!
Doubtless there were plenty of them on the front exposed to the Wolf.
Where they could see an enemy they could prepare for him, but they
have not imagination enough to foresee aught.

Only the desert and their great numbers have saved them from
extermination during the last hundred years.

Scarce a mile away now we could catch occasional glimpses of the
dying embers of the nearest fires, and then from the east there
rolled across the valley the muffled booming of distant war drums. A
momentary silence followed, and then, faintly, there broke upon our
ears the war cries of our people. At my signal our own drums
shattered the silence that had surrounded us.

It was the signal for the charge. From twenty thousand savage
throats arose the awful cries of battle, twenty thousand pairs of
reins were loosed, and eighty thousand iron shod hoofs set the earth
atremble as they thundered down upon the startled enemy, and from the
heights above came the growl of the drums of the Wolf and the eerie
howls of his painted horde.

It was dawn as we smote the camp. Our bowmen, guiding their mounts
with their knees and the swing of their bodies, raced among the
bewildered Kalkars, loosing their barbed shafts into the cursing,
shrieking mob that fled before them only to be ridden down and
trampled by our horses' feet.

Behind the bowmen came the lancers and the swordsmen, thrusting
and cutting at those who survived. From our left came the tumult of
the Rattlesnake's assault, and from far ahead and above us the sounds
of battle proclaimed that the Wolf had fallen on the foe.

Ahead I could see the tents of the Kalkar leaders, and toward
these I spurred Red Lightning. Here would be the representatives of
the house of Or-tis, and here would the battle center.

Ahead the Kalkars were forming in some semblance of order to check
and repel us. They are huge men and ferocious fighters, but I could
see that our surprise attack had unnerved them. They gave before us
before their chiefs could organize them for resistance, yet again and
again they reformed and faced us.

We were going more slowly now, the battle had become largely a
matter of hand-to-hand combats; they were checking us, but they were
not stopping us. So great were their numbers that even had they been
unarmed it would have been difficult to force our horses through
their massed ranks.

Back of their front line they were saddling and mounting their
horses, which those who had borne the brunt of our first onslaught
had been unable to do. We had cut the lines to which their animals
had been tethered, and driven them, terrified, ahead of us to add to
the confusion of the enemy. Riderless horses were running wildly
everywhere, those of the Kalkars and many of our own, whose riders
had fallen in battle.

The tumult was appalling, for to the shrieks of the wounded and
the groans of the dying were added the screams of stricken horses and
the wild, raucous war cries of battle-maddened men, and underlying
all, the dull booming of the war drums. Above us waved the Flag, not
the Flag of Argon, but a duplicate of it, and here were the drums and
a massed guard of picked men.

The Flag and the drums moved forward as we moved. And near me was
the clan flag of my family with the Red Hawk upon it, and with it
were its drums. In all there were a hundred clan flags upon that
field this day, and the drums of each rolled out, incessantly,
defiance of the enemy.

Their horsemen now were rallied, and the dismounted men were
falling back behind them, and presently a Kalkar chief upon a large
horse confronted me. Already was my blade red with their blood. I had
thrown away my lance long since, for we were fighting in too close
quarters for its effective use, but the Kalkar had his spear and
there was a little open space between us, and in the instant he
crouched and put spurs to his horse and bore down upon me.

He was a large man, as most Kalkars are, for they have bred with
that alone in mind for five hundred years, so that many of them are
seven feet in height and over. He looked very fierce, did this
fellow, with his black whisker: and his little bloodshot eyes.

He wore a war bonnet of iron to protect his head from sword cuts
and a vest of iron covered his chest against the thrusts of sword or
lance or the barbed tips of arrows. We Julians, or Americans, disdain
such protection, choosing to depend upon our skill and agility, not
hampering ourselves and our horses with the weight of all this

My light shield was on my left forearm, and in my right hand I
grasped my two-edged sword. A pressure of my knees, an inclination of
my body, a word in his pointed ear, were all that was need to make
Red Lightning respond to my every wish, even though the reins hung

The fellow bore down upon me with a loud yell, and Red Lightning
leaped to meet him. The Kalkar's point was set straight at my chest,
and I had only a sword on that side to deflect it, and at that I
think I might have done so had I cared to try, even though the Kalkar
carries a heavy lance and this one was backed by a heavy man and a
heavy horse.

These things make a difference, I can tell you out of wide
experience. The weight behind a lance has much to do with the success
or failure of many a combat. A heavy lance can be deflected by a
light sword, but not as quickly as a light lance, and the point of a
lance is usually within three feet of you before your blade parries
its thrust-within three feet of you and traveling as fast as a
running horse can propel it.

You can see that the blow must be a quick and heavy one if it is
to turn the lance point even a few inches in the fraction of a second
before it enters your flesh.

I usually accomplish it with a heavy downward and outward cut, but
in that cut there is always the danger of striking your horse's head
unless you rise in your stirrups and lean well forward before
delivering it, so that, in reality, you strike well ahead of your
horse's muzzle.

This is best for parrying a lance thrust for the groin or belly,
but this chap was all set for my chest, and I would have had to have
deflected his point too great a distance in the time at my disposal
to have insured the success of my defense. And so I changed my

With my left hand I grasped Red Lightning's mane and at the
instant that the Kalkar thought to see his point tear through my
chest I swung from my saddle and lay flat against Red Lightning's
near side, while the Kalkar and his spear brushed harmlessly past an
empty saddle. Empty for but an instant, though.

Swinging back to my seat in the instant that I wheeled Red
Lightning, I was upon the Kalkar from the rear even as the fighting
mass before him brought him to a halt. He was swinging to have at me
again, but even as he faced me my sword swung down upon his iron
bonnet, driving pieces of it through his skull and into his brain. A
fellow on foot cut viciously at me at the instant I was recovering
from the blow I had dealt the mounted Kalkar, so that I was able only
partly to parry with my shield, with the result that his point opened
up my right arm at, the shoulder-a flesh wound, but one that bled
profusely, although it did not stay the force of my return, which
drove through his collar bone and opened up his chest to his

Once again I spurred in the direction of the tents of the Or-tis,
above which floated the red banners of the Kalkars, and around which
were massed the flower of the Kalkar forces; too thickly massed,
perhaps, for most effective defense, since we were driving them in
from three sides and packing them there as tightly as eggs in the
belly of a she-salmon.

But now they surged forward and drove us back by weight of
numbers, and now we threw ourselves upon them again until they, in
their turn, were forced to give the ground that they had won.
Sometimes the force of our attack drove them to one side, while at
another point their warriors were pushing out into the very body of
the massed clans, so that here and there our turning movements would
cut off a detachment of the enemy, or again a score or more of our
own men would be swallowed by the milling Kalkar horde, until, as the
day wore on, the great field became a jumbled mass of broken
detachments of Julian and Kalkar warriors, surging back and forth
over a bloody shambles, the iron shoes of their reeking mounts
trampling the corpse of friend and foe alike into the gory mire.

There were lulls in the fighting, when, as though by mutual
assent, both sides desisted for brief intervals of rest, for we had
fought to the limit of endurance. Then we sat, often stirrup to
stirrup with a foeman, our chests heaving from our exertions, our
mounts, their heads low, blowing and trembling.

Never before had I realized the extreme of endurance to which a
man may go before breaking, and I saw many break that day, mostly
Kalkars, though, for we are fit and strong at all times. It was only
the very young and the very old among us who succumbed to fatigue,
and but a negligible fraction of these, but the Kalkars dropped by
hundreds in the heat of the day. Many a time that day as I faced an
enemy I would see his sword drop from nerveless fingers and his body
crumple in the saddle and slip beneath the trampling feet of the
horses before ever I had struck him a blow.

Once, late in the afternoon, during a lull in the battle, I sat
looking about the chaos of the field. Red with our own blood from a
score of wounds and with the blood of friend and foe, Red Lightning
and I stood panting in the midst of the welter. The tents of the
Or-tis lay south of us-we had fought halfway around them-but they
were scarce a hundred yards nearer for all those bitter hours of
battle. Some of the warriors of the Wolf were near me, showing how
far that old, gray chieftain had fought his way since dawn, and
presently behind a mask of blood I saw the flashing eyes of the Wolf
himself, scarce twenty feet away.

"The Wolf!" I cried; and he looked up and smiled in

"The Red Hawk is red indeed," he bantered; "but his pinions are
yet unclipped."

"And the fangs of the Wolf are yet undrawn," I replied.

A great Kalkar, blowing like a spent hound, was sitting his tired
horse between us. At our words he raised his head.

"You are the Red Hawk?" he asked.

"I am the Red Hawk," I replied.

"I have been searching for you these two hours," he said.

"I have not been far, Kalkar," I told him. "What would you have of the
Red Hawk?"

"I bear word from Or-tis, the Jemadar."

"What word has an Or-tis for a Julian?" I demanded.

"The Jemadar would grant you peace," he explained.

I laughed. "There is only one peace which we may share together,"
I said, "and that is the peace of death-that peace I will grant him
and he will come hither and meet me. There is nothing that an Or-tis
has the power to grant a Julian."

"He would stop the fighting while you and he discuss the terms of
peace," insisted the Kalkar. "He would stop this bloody strife that
must eventually annihilate both Kalkar and Yank." He used an ancient
term which the Kalkars have applied to us for ages in a manner of
contempt, but which we have been taught to consider as an appellation
of honor, although its very meaning is unknown to us and its
derivation lost in antiquity.

"Go back to your Jemadar," I said, "and tell him that the world is
not wide enough to support both Kalkar and Yank, Or-tis and Julian;
that the Kalkars must slay us to the last man, or be slain."

He wheeled his horse toward the tent of the Or-tis, and the Wolf
bade his warriors let him pass. Soon he was swallowed by the close
packed ranks of his own people, and then a Kalkar struck at one of us
from behind and the battle raged again.

How many men had fallen one might not even guess, but the corpses
of warriors and horses lay so thick that the living mounts could but
climb and stumble over them, and sometimes barriers of them nearly
man high lay between me and the nearest foeman, so that I was forced
to jump Red Lightning over the gory obstacle to find new flesh for my
blade. And then, slowly, night descended until man could not tell foe
from friend, but I called to my tribesmen about me to pass along the
word that we would not move from our ground that night, staying on
for the first streak of dawn that would permit us to tell a Kalkar
from a Yank.

Once again the tents of the Or-tis were north of me. I had fought
completely around them during the long day, gaining two hundred yards
in all, perhaps; but I knew that they had weakened more than we, and
that they could not stand even another few hours of what they had
passed through this day. We were tired, but not exhausted, and our
war horses, after a night's rest, would be good for another day, even
without food.

As darkness forced a truce upon us all I began to reform my broken
clans, drawing them into a solid ring about the position of the
Kalkars. Sometimes we would find a lone Kalkar among us, cut off from
his fellows; but these we soon put out of danger, letting them lie
where they fell. We had drawn off a short distance, scarce more than
twenty yards, from the Kalkars, and there in small detachments we
were dismounting and removing saddles for a few minutes to rest and
cool our horses' backs; and to dispatch the wounded, giving merciful
peace to those who must otherwise have soon died in agony. This favor
we did to foe as well as friend.

All through the night we heard a considerable movement of men and
horses among the Kalkars, and we judged that they were reforming for
the dawn's attack, and then, quite suddenly and without warning of
any sort, we saw a black mass moving down upon us. It was the
Kalkars-the entire body of them-and they rode straight for us, not
swiftly, for the corpse-strewn, slippery ground prevented that, but
steadily, overwhelmingly, like a great, slow moving river of men and

They swept into us and over us, or they carried us along with
them. Their first line broke upon us in a bloody wave and went down,
and those behind passed over the corpses of those that had fallen. We
hacked until our tired arms could scarce raise a blade shoulder high.
Kalkars went down screaming in agony; but they could not halt, they
could not retreat, for the great, ever moving mass behind them pushed
them onward; nor could they turn to right or left because we hemmed
them in on both flanks; nor could they flee ahead, for there, too,
were we.

Borne on by this resistless tide, I was carried with it. It
surrounded me. It pinioned my arms at my sides. It crushed at my
legs. It even tore my sword from my hand. At times, when the force
ahead stemmed it for a moment and the force behind continued to push
on, it rose in the center until horses were lifted from the ground,
and then those behind sought to climb over the backs of those in
front, until the latter were borne to earth and the others passed
over their struggling forms, or the obstacle before gave way and the
flood smoothed out and passed along again between the flashing banks
of Julian blades, hewing, ever hewing, at the surging Kalkar

Never have I looked upon such a sight as the moon revealed that
night-never in the memory or the tradition of man has there been such
a holocaust. Thousands upon thousands of Kalkars must have fallen
upon the edge of that torrent as it swept its slow way between the
blades of my painted warriors, who hacked at the living mass until
their arms fell numb at their sides from utter exhaustion, and then
gave way to the eager thousands pressing from behind.

And ever onward I was borne, helpless to extricate myself from the
sullen, irresistible flood that carried me southward down the
broadening valley. The Kalkars about me did not seem to realize that
I was an enemy, or notice me in any way, so intent were they upon
escape. Presently we had passed the field of yesterday's thickest
fighting, the ground was no longer strewn with corpses and the speed
of the rout increased, and as it did so the massed warriors spread to
right and left sufficiently to permit more freedom of individual
action, still not enough to permit me to worm my way from the

That I was attempting to do so, however, was what attracted
attention to me at first, and then the single red hawk feather and my
other trappings, so different from those of the Kalkars.

"A Yank!" cried one near me, and another drew his sword and struck
at me; but I warded the blow with my shield as I drew my knife, a
pitiful weapon wherewith to face a swordsman.

"Hold!" cried a voice of authority near by. "It is he whom they
call the Red Hawk, their chief. Take him alive to the Jemadar."

I tried to break through their lines, but they closed in upon me,
and although I used my knife to good effect upon several of them,
they overbore me with their numbers, and then one of them must have
struck me upon the head with the flat of his sword, for of a sudden
everything went black, and of that moment I remember only reeling in
my saddle.


WHEN I regained consciousness it was night again. I was lying upon
the ground, out beneath the stars. For a moment I experienced a sense
of utter comfort, but as my tired nerves awoke they spoke to me of
pain and stiffness from many wounds, and my head throbbed with pain.
I tried to raise a hand to it and it was then that I discovered that
my wrists were bound. I could feel the matted stiffness of my scalp
and I knew that it was caked with dried blood, doubtless from the
blow that had stunned me.

In attempting to move that I might ease my cramped muscles I found
that my ankles were fastened together as well as my wrists, but I
managed to roll over, and raising my head a little from the ground I
looked about and saw that I was surrounded by sleeping Kalkars and
that we lay in a barren hollow ringed by hills. There were no fires
and from this fact and the barrenness and seclusion of the camp I
guessed that we were snatching a brief rest in hiding from a pursuing

I tried to sleep, but could do so only fitfully, and presently I
heard men moving about and soon they approached and awakened the
warriors sleeping near me. The thongs were removed from my ankles
shortly thereafter and Red Lightning was brought and I was helped
into the saddle. Immediately after, we resumed the march. A glance at
the stars showed me that we were moving west. Our way led through
hills and was often rough, evidencing that we were following no
beaten trail, but rather that the Kalkars were attempting to escape
by a devious route.

I could only guess at the numbers of them, but it was evident that
there was not the great horde that had set forth from the battlefield
below the pass of the ancients. Whether they had separated into
smaller bands, or the balance had been slain I could not even
conjecture; but that their losses must have been tremendous I was

We traveled all that day, stopping only occasionally when there
was water for the horses and the men. I was given neither food nor
water, nor did I ask for either. I would die rather than ask a favor
of an Or-tis. In fact, I did not speak all that day, nor did any of
the Kalkars address me.

I had seen more Kalkars in the last two days than in all my life
before and was now pretty familiar with the appearance of them. They
range in height from six to eight feet, the majority of them being
midway between these extremes. Many of them are bearded, but some
shave the hair from all or portions of their faces. A great many wear
beards upon their upper lips only.

There is a great variety of physiognomy among them, for they are a
half-caste race, being the result of hundreds of years of
inter-breeding between the original moon men and the women of the
earth whom they seized for slaves when they overran and conquered the
world. Among them there is occasionally an individual who might pass
anywhere for a Yank, insofar as external appearances are concerned;
but the low, coarse, brutal features of the Kalkar preponderate.

They wear a white blouse and breeches of cotton woven by their
slaves and long, woolen cloaks fabricated by the same busy hands.
Their women help in this work as well as in the work of the fields,
for the Kalkar women are no better than slaves, with the possible
exception of those who belong to the families of the Jemadar and his
nobles. Their cloaks are of red, with collars of various colors, or
with borders or other designs to denote rank.

Their weapons are similar to ours, but heavier. They are but
indifferent horsemen. That, I think, is because they ride only from
necessity and not, as we, from love of it.

That night, after dark, we came to a big Kalkar camp. It was one
of the camps of the ancients, the first that I ever had seen. It must
have covered a great area and some of the huge stone tents were still
standing. It was in these that the Kalkars lived or in dirt huts
leaning against them. In some places I saw where the Kalkars had
built smaller tents from the building materials salvaged from the
ruins of the ancient camp, but as a rule they were satisfied with
hovels of dirt, or the half fallen and never repaired structures of
the ancients.

This camp lies about forty-five or fifty miles west of the
battlefield, among beautiful hills and rich groves, upon the banks of
what must once have been a mighty river, so deeply has it scoured its
pathway into the earth in ages gone.

I was hustled into a hut where a slave woman gave me food and
water. There was a great deal of noise and excitement outside, and
through the open doorway I could hear snatches of conversation as
Kalkars passed to and fro. From what I heard I gathered that the
defeat of the Kalkars had been complete and that they were flying
toward the coast and their principal camp, called The Capitol, which
the slave woman told me lay a few miles southwest. This, she said,
was a wonderful camp, with tents reaching so high into the heavens
that often the moon brushed against their tops as she made her way
through the sky.

They had released my hands, but my feet were still bound and two
Kalkars squatted just outside the door of the hut to see that I did
not escape. I asked the slave woman for some warm water to wash my
wounds and she prepared it for me. Not only that, the kindly soul saw
to my wounds herself, and after they had been cleansed she applied a
healing lotion which greatly soothed them, and then she bound them as
best she could.

I felt much refreshed by this and with the food and drink in me
was quite happy, for had I not accomplished what my people had been
striving after for a hundred years, a foothold on the western coast.
This first victory had been greater than I had dared to hope and if I
could but escape and rejoin my people I felt that I could lead them
to the waters of the ocean with scarce a halt while the Kalkars still
were suffering the demoralization of defeat.

It was while I was thinking these thoughts that a Kalkar chief
entered the hut. Beyond the doorway the score of warriors that had
accompanied him, waited.

"Come!" commanded the Kalkar, motioning me to arise.

I pointed to my tethered ankles.

"Cut his bonds," he directed the slave woman.

When I was free I arose and followed the Kalkar without. Here the
guard surrounded me and we marched away between avenues of splendid
trees such as I never had seen before, to a tent of the ancients, a
partly ruined structure of imposing height that spread over a great
area of ground. It was lighted upon the inside by many flares and
there were guards at the entrance and slaves holding other

They led me into a great chamber that must be much as the ancients
left it, although I had seen from the outside that in other places
the roof of the tent had fallen in and its walls were crumbling.
There were many high Kalkars in this place and at the far end of the
room, upon a platform, one sat alone on a huge, carved bench-a bench
with a high back and arms. It was just large enough for a single man.
It is what we call a small bench.

The Kalkars call it chair; but this one, I was to learn, they call
throne, because it is the small bench upon which their ruler sits. I
did not know this at the time.

I was led before this man. He had a thin face and a long, thin
nose, and cruel lips and crafty eyes. His features, however, were
good. He might have passed in any company as a full-blood Yank. My
guard halted me in front of him.

"This is he, Jemadar," said the chief who fetched me.

"Who are you?" demanded the Jemadar, addressing me.

His tone did not please me. It was unpleasant and dictatorial. I
am not accustomed to that, even from equals, and a Julian has no
superiors. I looked upon him as scum. Therefore, I did not reply.

He repeated his question angrily. I turned to the Kalkar chief who
stood at my elbow. "Tell this man that he is addressing a Julian," I
said, "and that I do not like his manner. Let him ask for it in a
more civil tone if he wishes information."

The eyes of the Jemadar narrowed angrily. He half arose from his
small bench. "A Julian!" he exclaimed. "You are all Julians-but you
are the Julian. You are the Great Chief of the Julians. Tell me," his
tone became suddenly civil, almost ingratiating, "is it not true that
you are the Julian, The Red Hawk who led the desert hordes upon

"I am Julian 20th, The Red Hawk," I replied; "and you?"

"I am Or-tis, the Jemadar," he replied.

"It has been long since an Or-tis and a Julian met," I said.

"Heretofore they always have met as enemies," he replied. "I have
sent for you to offer peace and friendship. For five hundred years we
have fought uselessly and senselessly because two of our forebears
hated each other. You are the twentieth Julian. I am the sixteenth
Or-tis. Never before have we seen each other, yet we must be enemies.
How silly!"

"There can be no friendship between a Julian and an Or-tis," I
replied coldly.

"There can be peace," he said, "and friendship will come later,
maybe long after you and I are dead. There is room in this great,
rich country for us all. Go back to your people. I will send an
escort with you and rich presents. Tell them that the Kalkars would
share their country with the Yanks. You will rule half of it and I
will rule the other half. If the power of either is threatened the
other will come to his aid with men and horses. We can live in peace
and our people will prosper. What say you?"

"I sent you my answer yesterday," I told him. "It is the same
to-day-the only peace that you and I can share is the peace of death.
There can be but one ruler for this whole country and he will be a
Julian-if not I, the next in line. There is not room in all the world
for both Kalkar and Yank. For three hundred years we have been
driving you toward the sea. Yesterday we started upon the final drive
that will not stop until the last of you has been driven from the
world you ruined. That is my answer, Kalkar."

He flushed and then paled. "You do not guess our strength," he
said after a moment's silence. "Yesterday you surprised us, but even
so you did not defeat us. You do not know how the battle came out.
You do not know that after you were captured our forces turned upon
your weakened warriors and drove them back into the recesses of the
mountains. You do not know that even now they are suing for peace. If
you would save their lives and yours as well, you will accept my

"No, I do not know these thing, nor do you," I replied with a
sneer; "but I do know that you lie. That has always been the clan
sign of the Or-tis."

"Take him away!" cried the Jemadar. "Send this message to his
people: I offer them peace on these terms-they may have all the
country east of a straight line drawn from the pass of the ancients
south to the sea; we will occupy the country to the west of that
line. If they accept I will send back their great chief. If they
refuse, he will go to the butcher, and remind them that he will not
be the first Julian that an Or-tis has sent to the butcher. If they
accept there are to be no more wars between our people."

They took me back then to the hut of the old slave and there I
slept until early morning, when I was awakened by a great commotion
without. Men were shouting orders and cursing as they ran hurriedly
to and fro. There was the trampling of horses' feet, the clank and
clatter of trappings of war. Faintly, as from a great distance, I
heard, presently, a familiar sound and my blood leaped in answer. It
was the war cry of my people and beneath it ran the dull booming of
their drums.

"They come!" I must have spoken aloud, for the old slave woman,
busy with some household duty, turned toward me.

"Let them come," she said. "They cannot be worse than these
others, and it is time that we changed masters. It has been long now
since the rule of the ancients, who, it is said, were not unkind to
us. Before them were other ancients, and before those still others.
Always they came from far places, ruled us and went their way,
displaced by others. Only we remain never changing.

"Like the coyote, the deer and the mountains we have been here
always. We belong to the land, we are the land-when the last of our
rulers has passed away we shall still be here, as we were in the
beginning-unchanged. They come and mix their blood with ours, but in
a few generations the last traces of it have disappeared, swallowed
up by the slow, unchanging flood of ours. You will come and go,
leaving no trace; but after you are forgotten we shall still be

I listened to her in surprise for I never had heard a slave speak
as this one, and I should have been glad to have questioned her
further. Her strange prophesy interested me. But now the Kalkars
entered the hovel. They came hurriedly and as hurriedly departed,
taking me with them. My wrists were tied again and I was almost
thrown upon Red Lightning's back. A moment later we were swallowed up
by the torrent of horsemen surging toward the southwest.

Less than two hours later we were entering the greatest camp that
man has ever looked upon. For miles we rode through it, our party now
reduced to the score of warriors who guarded me. The others had
halted at the outskirts of the camp to make a stand against my people
and as we rode through the strange trails of the camp we passed
thousands upon thousands of Kalkars rushing past us to defend the

We passed vast areas laid out in squares, as was the custom of the
ancients, a trail upon each side of the square, and within the
grass-grown mounds that covered the fallen ruins of their tents. Now
and again a crumbling wall raised its ruin above the desolation, or
some more sturdily constructed structure remained almost intact
except for fallen roof and floors. As we advanced we encountered more
and more of the latter, built of that strange, rocklike substance the
secret of which has vanished with the ancients.

Now these, mighty tents of a mighty people became larger. Whole
squares of them remained and there were those that reared their
weatherworn heads far into the sky. It was easy to believe that at
night the moon might scrape against them. Many were very beautiful,
with great carvings upon them and more and more of them, as we
advanced, had their roofs and floors intact. These were the
habitations of the Kalkars. They arose upon each side of the trails
like the sides of sheer mountain canons, their fronts pierced by a
thousand openings.

The trail between the tents was deep with dust and filth. In
places the last rains had washed clean the solid stone pavement of
the ancients, but elsewhere the debris of ages lay thick, rising
above the bottom of the lower opening in the tents in many places and
spreading itself inward over the floors of the structures.

Bushes and vines and wild oats grew against the walls and in every
niche that was protected from the trampling feet of the inhabitants.
Offal of every description polluted the trails until my desert bred
nose was distressed at the stench. Coarse Kalkar women, with their
dirty brats, leaned from the openings above the level of the trail
and when they caught sight of me they screamed vile insults.

As I looked upon these stupendous tents, the miles upon miles of
them stretching away in every direction, and sought to conceive of
the extent of the incalculable effort, time and resources expended by
the ancients in the building of them, and then looked upon the filthy
horde to whose vile uses they had unwittingly been dedicated my mind
was depressed by contemplation of the utter futility of human effort.
How long and at what cost had the ancients striven to the final
achievement of their mighty civilization! And for what?

How long and at what cost had we striven to wrest its wreckage
from the hands of their despoilers! And for what? There was no
answer-only that I knew we should go on and on, and generations after
us would go on and on striving, always striving, for that which was
just beyond our grasp-victims of some ancient curse laid upon our
earliest progenitor, perhaps.

And I thought of the slave woman and her prophesy. Her people
would remain, steadfast, like the hills, aspiring to nothing,
achieving nothing, except perhaps that one thing we all crave in
common-contentment. And when the end comes, whatever that end shall
be, the world will doubtless be as well off because of them as
because of us, for in the end there will be nothing.

My guard turned in beneath the high arched entrance of a mighty
structure. From the filth of its spacious floor rose mighty columns
of polished stone, richly variegated. The tops of the columns were
carved and decorated in colors and in gold. The place was filled with
horses, tied to long lines that stretched almost the length of the
room, from column to column. At one end a broad flight of stone steps
led upward.

After we dismounted I was led up these steps. There were many
Kalkars coming and going. We passed them as I was conducted along a
narrow avenue of polished white stone upon either side of which were
openings in the walls leading to other chambers.

Through one of these openings we turned into a large chamber and
there I saw again the Or-tis whom I had seen the night before. He was
standing before one of the openings overlooking the trail below,
talking with several of his nobles. One of the latter glanced up and
saw me as I entered, calling the Jemadar's attention to me.

Or-tis faced me. He spoke to one near him who stepped to another
opening in the chamber and motioned to someone without. Immediately a
Kalkar guard entered bringing a youth of one of my desert clans. At
sight of me the young warrior raised his hand to his forehead in

"I give you another opportunity to consider my offer of last
night," said the Or-tis, addressing me. "Here is one of your own men
who can bear your message to your people if you still choose to
condemn them to a futile and bloody struggle, and with it he will
bear a message from me-that you go to the butcher in the morning if
your warriors do not retire and your chiefs engage to maintain peace
hereafter. In that event you will be restored to your people. If you
give me this promise yourself you may carry your own message to the
tribes of Julian."

"My answer," I replied, "is the same as it was last night, as it
will be to-morrow." Then I turned to the Yank warrior. "If you are
permitted to depart, go at once to the Vulture and tell him that my
last command is that he carry the flag onward to the sea. That is

The Or-tis was trembling with disappointment and rage. He laid a
hand upon the hilt of his sword and took a step toward me; but
whatever he intended he thought better of it and stopped. "Take him
above," he snapped to my guard; "and to the butcher in the

"I will be present," he said to me, "to see your head roll into
the dust and your carcass fed to the pigs."

They took me from the chamber then and led me up and up along an
endless stairway, or at least it seemed endless before we finally
reached the highest floor of the great tent. There they pushed me
into a chamber the doorway to which was guarded by two giant

Squatted upon the floor of the chamber, his back leaning against
the wall, was a Kalkar. He glanced up at me as I entered, but said
nothing. I looked about the bare chamber, its floor littered with the
dust and debris of ages, its walls stained by the dirt and grease
from the bodies that had leaned against it, to the height of a

I approached one of the apertures in the front wall. Far below me,
like a narrow buckskin thong, lay the trail filled with tiny people
and horses no bigger than rabbits. I could see the pigs rooting in
the filth-they and the dogs are the scavengers of the camp.

For a long time I stood looking out over what was to me a strange
landscape. The tent in which I was confined was among the highest of
the nearer structures of the ancients and from its upper floor I
could see a vast expanse of tent roofs, some of the structures
apparently in an excellent state of preservation, while here and
there a grass-grown mound marked the site of others that had

Evidences of fire and smoke were numerous, and it was apparent
that whatever the ancients had built of other materials than their
enduring stone had long since disappeared, while many of the
remaining buildings had been eaten by flame and left mere shells, as
was attested by hundreds of smoke blackened apertures within the
range of my vision.

As I stood gazing out over the distant hills beyond the limits of
the camp I became aware of a presence at my elbow. Turning I saw that
it was the Kalkar whom I had seen sitting against the wall as I
entered the chamber.

"Look well Yank," he said, in a not unpleasant voice, "for you
have not long to look." He was smiling grimly. "We have a wonderful
view from here," he continued; "on a clear day you can see the ocean
and the island."

"I should like to see the ocean," I said.

He shook his head. "You are very near," he said, "but you will
never see it. I should like to see it again myself, but I shall

"Why?" I asked.

"I go with you to the butcher in the morning," he replied


"Yes, I."

"And why?"

"Because I am a true Or-tis," he replied.

"Why should they send an Or-tis to the butcher?" I demanded. "It
is not strange that an Or-tis should send me, the Julian, to him; but
why should an Or-tis send an Or-tis?"

"He is not a true Or-tis who sends me," replied the man, and then
he laughed.

"Why do you laugh?"

"Is it not a strange joke of fate," he cried, "that sees the
Julian and the Or-tis going to the butcher together? By the blood of
my sires! I think our feud be over, Julian, at least so far as you
and I are concerned."

"It can never be over Kalkar," I replied.

He shook his head. "Had my father lived and carried out his plans
I think it might have ended," he insisted.

"While an Or-tis and a Julian lived? Never!"

"You are young, and the hate that has been suckled into you and
yours from your mothers' breasts for ages runs hot in your veins; but
my father was old and he saw things as few of my kind, I imagine,
ever have seen them. He was a kindly man and very learned and he came
to hate the Kalkars and the horrid wrong the first Or-tis did the
world and our people when he brought them hither from the Moon, even
as you and yours have hated them always. He knew the wrong and he
wished to right it.

"Already he had planned means whereby he might get into
communication with the Julians and join with them in undoing the
crime that our ancestor committed upon the world. He was Jemadar, but
he would have renounced his throne to be with his own kind again. Our
blood strain is as clear as yours-we are American. There is no Kalkar
or half-breed blood in our veins. There are perhaps a thousand others
among us who have brought down their birthright unsullied. These he
would have brought with him, for they all were tired of the Kalkar

"But some of the Kalkar nobles learned of the plan and among them
was he who calls himself Or-tis and Jemadar. He is the son of a
Kalkar woman by a renegade uncle of mine. There is Or-tis blood in
his veins, but a drop of Kalkar makes one all Kalkar, therefore he is
no Or-tis.

"He assassinated my father and then set out to exterminate every
pure-blood Or-tis and all those other uncontaminated Americans who
would not swear fealty to him. Some have done so to save their hides,
but many have gone to the butcher. Insofar as I know, I am the last
of the Or-tis line. There were two brothers and a sister, all younger
than I. We scattered and I have not heard of them since, but I am
sure that they are dead. The usurper will not tell me-he only laughed
in my face when I asked him.

"Yes, if my father had lived the feud might have been ended; but
to-morrow the butcher will end it. However, the other way would have
been better. What think you, Julian?"

I stood meditating in silence for a long time. I wondered if,
after all, the dead Jemadar's way would not have been better.

Chapter V. THE SEA

IT SEEMED strange indeed to me that I stood conversing thus
amicably with an Or-tis. I should have been at his throat, but there
was something about him that disarmed me, and after his speech I
felt, I am almost ashamed to say, something of friendliness for

He was an American after all, and he hated the common enemy. Was
he responsible for the mad act of an ancestor dead now nearly four
hundred years? But the hate that was almost a part of my being would
not down entirely-he was still an Or-tis. I told him as much.

"I do not know that I can blame you," he said; "but what matters
it? To-morrow we shall both be dead. Let us at least call a truce
until then."

He was a pleasant-faced young fellow, two or three years my
senior, perhaps, with a winning way that disarmed malice. It would
have been very hard to have hated this Or-tis.

"Agreed!" I said, and held out my hand. He took it and then he

"Thirty-four ancestors would turn over in their graves if they
could see this!" he cried.

We talked there by the opening for a long time, while in the trail
below us constant streams of Kalkars moved steadily to the
battlefront. Faintly, from a great distance, came the booming of the

"You beat them badly yesterday," he said. "They are filled with

"We will beat them again to-day and to-morrow and the next day
until we have driven them into the sea," I said.

"How many warriors have you?" he asked.

"There were full twenty-five thousand when we rode out of the
desert," I replied proudly.

He shook his head dubiously. "They must have ten or twenty times
twenty-five thousand," he told me.

"Even though they have forty times twenty-five thousand we shall
prevail," I insisted.

"Perhaps you will for you are better fighters; but they have so
many youths growing into the warrior class every day. It will take
years to wear them down. They breed like rabbits. Their women are
married before they are fifteen, as a rule. If they have no child at
twenty they are held up to scorn and if they are still childless at
thirty they are killed, and unless they are mighty good workers they
are killed at fifty anyhow-their usefulness to the State is

Night came on. The Kalkars brought us no food or water. It became
very dark. In the trail below and in some of the surrounding tents
flares gave a weird, flickering light. The sky was overcast with
light clouds. The Kalkars in the avenue beyond our doorway dozed. I
touched the Or-tis upon the shoulder where he lay stretched beside me
on the hard floor.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"I am going," I said. "Do you wish to come?"

He sat up. "How are you going?" he demanded, still in a low

"I do not know, nor how far I shall go; but I am going, if only
far enough to cheat the butcher."

He laughed. "Good! I will go with you."

It had taken me a long time to overcome the prejudice of heredity
and I had thought long before I could bring myself to ask an Or-tis
to share with me this attempt to escape; but now it was done. I hoped
I would not regret it.

I arose and moved cautiously toward the doorway. A wick, burning
from the nozzle of a clay vessel filled with oil, gave forth a sickly
light. It shone upon two hulking Kalkars nodding against the wall as
they sat upon, the stone floor of the avenue.

My knife, of course, had been taken from me and I was unarmed; but
here was a sword within my reach and another for the Or-tis. The hilt
of one protruded from beneath the cloak of the nearer Kalkar. My
hand, reaching forth, was almost upon it when he moved. I could not
wait to learn if he was awaking or but moving in his sleep. I lunged
for the hilt, grasped it and the fellow was awake: At the same
instant the Or-tis sprang upon the other.

He whom I had attacked lumbered to his feet, clawing at the hand
that had already half drawn his sword from its scabbard, and at the
same time he set up a terrific yelling. I struck him on the jaw with
my clenched fist. I struck him as hard as I could strike as he loomed
above me his full eight feet.

The Or-tis was having a bad time with his man, who had seized him
by the throat and was trying to draw a knife to finish him. The knife
must have become stuck in its scabbard for a moment, or his long, red
cloak was in the way. I do not know. I saw only a flash of it from
the corner of my eye as my man stiffened and then sank to the

Then I wheeled upon the other, a naked blade in my hand. He threw
the Or-tis aside when he saw me and whipped out his own sword, but he
was too slow. As I ran my point into his heart I heard the sound of
running footsteps ascending the stairway and the shouts of men. I
handed the sword I carried to the Or-tis and snatched the other from
the fellow I had just finished.

Then I kicked the puny flare as far as I could kick it and called
to the Or-tis to follow me. The light went out and together we ran
along the dark avenue toward the stairway, up which we could hear the
warriors coming in response to the cries of our late antagonists.

We reached the head of the stairs but a moment before the Kalkars
appeared. There were three of them and one carried a weak, smoking
flare that did little but cast large, grotesque, dancing shadows upon
wall and stair and reveal our targets to us without revealing us to

"Take the last one," I whispered to the Or-tis.

We leaned over the railing and as he smote the head of the last of
the three I finished the second. The first, carrying the flare,
turned to find himself facing two swords. He gave a shriek and
started down the avenue.

That would not do. If he had kept still we might have let him
live, for we were in a hurry; but he did not keep still and so we
pursued him. He reminded me of a comet as he fled through the dark
with his tail of light, only it was such a little tail. He was a fast
comet, though, and we could not catch him until the end of the avenue
brought him to bay, then, in turning, he slipped and fell.

I was upon him in the same instant, but some fancy stayed my blade
when I might have run it through him. Instead I seized him, before he
could recover himself, and lifting him from the floor I hurled him
through the aperture at the end of the avenue. He still clung to his
lamp, and as I leaned out above him he appeared a comet indeed,
although he was quickly extinguished when he struck the pavement in
the courtyard far below.

The Or-tis chuckled at my elbow. "The stupid clod!" he ejaculated.
"He clung to that flare even to death, when, had he thrown it away
and dodged into one of these many chambers he could have eluded us
and still live."

"Perhaps he needed it to light his way to hell," I suggested.

"They need no help in that direction," the Or-tis assured me, "for
they will all get there, if there be such a place."

We retraced our steps to the stairway again, but once more we
heard men ascending. The Or-tis plucked me by the sleeve. "Come," he
whispered; "it is futile to attempt escape in this direction now that
the guard is aroused. I am familiar with this place. I have been here
many times. If we have the nerve we may yet escape. Will you follow

"Certainly," I replied.

The corpses of two of our recent antagonists lay at our feet at
the head of the stairs, where we stood. Or-tis stooped and snatched
their cloaks and bonnets from them. "We shall need these if we reach
the ground-alive," he said. "Follow me closely."

He turned and continued along the corridor, presently entering a
chamber at the left.

Behind us we could hear the Kalkars ascending the stairs. They
were calling to their fellows above, from whom they would never
receive a reply; but they were evidently coming slowly, for which we
were both thankful.

Or-tis crossed the chamber to an aperture in the wall. "Below is
the courtyard," he said. "It is a long way down. These walls are laid
in uneven courses. An agile man might make his way to the bottom
without falling. Shall we try it? We can go down close to these
apertures and thus rest often if we wish."

"You go on one side and I will go on the other," I told him.

He rolled the two cloaks and the bonnets into a bundle and dropped
them into the dark void beneath, then we slid over the edge of the
aperture. Clinging with my hands I found a foothold and then another
below the first.

The ledges were about half the width of my hand. Some of them were
rounded by time and the weather. These did not afford a very good
hold. However, I reached the aperture below without mishap and there,
I am free to confess, I was glad to pause for a moment, as I was
panting as though I had run a mile.

Or-tis came down in safety, too. "The butcher appears less
terrible." he said.

I laughed. "He would have it over quicker," I replied.

The next stage we descended two floors before we halted. I came
close to slipping and falling twice in that distance. I was wet with
sweat as I took a seat beside my companion.

I do not like to recall that adventure. It sends shivers through
me always, even now; but at last it was over-we reached the bottom
together and donned the cloaks and the bonnets of the Kalkars. The
swords, for which we had no scabbards, we slipped through our own
belts, the cloaks hiding the fact that they were scabbardless.

The smell of horses was strong in our nostrils as we crept toward
a doorway. All was darkness within, as we groped forward to find that
we were in a small chamber with a door at the opposite side. Nearly
all the doors of the ancients have been destroyed, either by the
fires that have destroyed the interiors of most of the buildings, by
decay or by the Kalkars that have used them for fuel; but there are
some left-they are the metal doors, and this was one.

I pushed it open enough to see if there was a light beyond. There
was. It was in the great chamber on the first floor where the horses
were tethered. It was not a brilliant light, but a sad, flickering
light. Even the lights of the Kalkars are grimy and unclean. It cast
a pallid luminescence beneath it, elsewhere were heavy shadows. The
horses, when they moved, cast giant shadows upon the walls and floor
and upon the great polished stone columns.

A guard loafed before the door that led to the trail in front of
the tent. It was composed of five or six men. I suppose there were
others in some near-by chamber. The doorway through which we peered
was in shadow.

I pushed it open far enough to admit our bodies and we slipped
through. In an instant we were hidden from the sight of the guard
among the horses. Some of them moved restlessly as we approached
them. If I could but find Red Lightning!

I had searched along one line almost the full length of the
chamber and had started along a second when I heard a low nicker
close by. It was he! Love of the Flag! It was like finding my own

In the slovenly manner of the Kalkars the saddles and bridles lay
in the dirt in the aisle behind the horses. Fortunately I found my
own, more easily, of course, because it is unlike those of the
Kalkars, and while I slipped them quietly upon Red Lightning the
Or-tis, selecting a mount haphazard, was saddling and bridling

After a whispered consultation we led our horses to the rear of
the room and mounted among the shadows, unobserved by the guard. Then
we rode out from behind the picket lines and moved slowly toward the
entrance, talking and laughing in what we hoped might appear an
unconcerned manner, the Or-tis riding on the side nearest the guard
and a little in advance, that Red Lightning might be hidden from
them, for we thought that they might recognize him more quickly than
they would us.

As they saw us coming they ceased their chatter and looked up, but
we paid no attention to them, riding straight on for the aperture
that led into the trail outside the structure. I think we might have
passed them without question had there not suddenly burst from the
doorway of what was I judge, the guard room, an excited figure who
shouted lustily to all within hearing of his voice:

"Let no one leave! The Julian and the Or-tis have escaped!" he

The guards threw themselves across the entrance and at the same
instant I put spurs to Red Lightning, whipped out my sword and bore
down upon them, the Or-tis following my example. I cut at one upon my
left front and Red Lightning bore down another beneath his iron

We were out upon the trail and the Or-tis was beside us. Reining
to the left we bore south a few yards and then turned west upon
another trail, the shouts and curses of the Kalkars ringing in our

With free rein we let our mounts out to far greater speed than the
darkness and the littered trail gave warrant, and it was not until we
had put a mile behind us that we drew in to a slower gait. The Or-tis
spurred to my side.

"I had not thought it could be done, Julian," he said; "yet here
we ride, as free as any men in all the country wide."

"But still within the shadow of the butcher," I replied. "Listen!
They are following hot-foot." The pounding of the hoofs of our
pursuers' horses arose louder and louder behind us as we listened.
Again we spurred on, but presently we came to a place where a ruined
wall had fallen across the trail.

"May the butcher get me!" cried the Or-tis! "that I should have
forgotten that this trail is blocked. We should have turned north or
south at the last crossing. Come, we must ride back, and quickly,
too, if we are to reach it before they."

Wheeling, we put our mounts to the run back along the trail over
which we had but just come. It was but a short distance to the cross
trail, yet our case looked bad, for even in the darkness the pursuing
Kalkars could now be seen, so close were they. It was a question as
to which would reach the crossing first.

"You turn to the south," I cried to the Or-tis, "and I will turn
to the north. In that way one of us may escape."

"Good!" he agreed. "There are too many of them for us to stand and

He was right-the trail was packed with them, and we could hear
others coming far behind the van. It was like a young army. I hugged
the left hand side of the trail and Or-tis the right. We reached the
crossing not a second in advance of the leaders of the pursuit.

Into the blackness of the new trail I plunged and behind me came
the Kalkars. I urged Red Lightning on and he responded, as I knew he
would. It was madness to ride through the black night along a strange
trail at such speed, yet it was my only hope.

Quickly, my fleet stallion drew away from the clumsy, ill-bred
mounts of my pursuers. At the first crossing I turned again to the
west, and although here I encountered a steep and winding hill it was
fortunately but a short ride to the top and after that the way was
along a rolling trail, but mostly downhill.

The structures of the ancients that remained standing became fewer
and fewer as we proceeded, and in an hour they had entirely
disappeared. The trail, however, was fairly well marked and after a
single, short turn to the south it continued westward over rolling
country in almost a straight line.

I had reduced my speed to conserve Red Lightning's strength, and
as no sign of pursuit developed I jogged along at a running walk, a
gait which Red Lightning could keep up for hours without fatigue. I
had no idea where the trail was leading me, and at the time I did not
even know that it was bearing west, for the heavens were still
overcast, although I judged that this must be the fact. My first
thought was to put as much distance as possible between me and the
Kalkar camp and at the first streak of dawn take to the hills and
then work my way north and east in an attempt to rejoin my

And so I moved on, through country that was now level and now
rolling, for the better part of three hours. A cool breeze sprang up
and blew in my face. It had a damp freshness and a strange odor with
which I was entirely unfamiliar. I was tired from my long exertions,
from loss of sleep and from lack of food and water, yet this strange
breeze revived me and filled me with new strength and life.

It had become very dark, although I knew that dawn must be near. I
wondered how Red Lightning could pick his way through the utter
blackness. This very thought was in my mind when he came to a sudden

I could see nothing, yet I could tell that Red Lightning had some
good reason for his action. I listened, and there came to my ears a
strange, sullen roar-a deep pounding, such as I never had heard
before. What could it be?

I dismounted to rest my beloved mount, while I listened and sought
for an explanation of this monotonously reiterated sound. At length I
determined to await dawn before continuing. With the bridle reins
about my wrist I lay down, knowing that, if danger threatened, Red
Lightning would warn me. In another minute I was asleep.

How long I slept I do not know-an hour, perhaps-but when I awoke
it was daylight and the first thing that broke upon my sensibilities
was the dull, monotonous booming, the pounding, pounding, pounding
that had lulled me to sleep so quickly.

Never shall I forget the scene that burst upon my astonished eyes
as I rose to my feet. Before me was a sheer cliff dropping straight
away at my feet, upon the very verge of which Red Lightning had
halted the previous night; and beyond, as far as the eye could reach,
was water-a vast expanse of water, stretching on and on and on-the
sea! At last a Julian had looked upon it.

It rolled up on the sands below me, pounding, surging, booming. It
rolled back again, resistless, restless; and, at once, terrifying and
soothing-terrifying in its immensity and mystery, soothing in the
majestic rhythm of its restlessness.

I had looked upon it-the goal of four hundred years of strife-and
it gave to me renewed strength and determination to lead my people to
it. There it lay, as it had always lain, unaltered, unalterable.

Along its shore line, sweeping away upon either hand toward
distant haze dimmed headlands, was a faint scratch at the foot of its
bold cliffs that may mark the man-made trail of the ancients, but of
man or his works there is no other sign. In utter solitude its
rolling waters break upon its sands, and there is no ear to hear.

To my right an old trail led down into a deep canon that opened
upon the beach. I mounted Red Lightning and followed its windings
along the half obliterated trail of the ancients, down among giant
oaks and sycamores and along the canon's bottom to the beach. I
wanted to feel the cool waters and to quench my thirst.

Red Lightning must have been thirsty, too, but the great waves
rolling in frightened him so that it was with difficulty that I urged
him to the water's edge; but training and heredity are stronger than
fear, and at last he walked out upon the sands until the waters,
surging in, broke about his pasterns. Then I threw myself from him at
full length upon the beach and as the next wave rolled in I buried my
face in it and quaffed one deep drink.

One was enough. Sputtering, choking and gagging, I sprang to my
feet. What poisoned liquid rolled in this hellish cauldron? I became
very sick. Never in my life had I experienced such ill

I thought that I was dying, and in my agony I saw Red Lightning
dip his velvet muzzle into the treacherous liquid.

Red Lightning took one draught, as had I, and then, snorting, he
leaped back from that vast pool of iniquity. For a moment he stood
there wide-eyed, staring at the water, pained surprise in his

Then he fell to trembling as, upon wide spread feet, he swayed to
and fro. He was dying-together we were dying at the foot of the goal
we had achieved after four hundred years of battle and suffering.

I prayed that I might live even if it were only long enough for me
to reach my people and warn them against this hideous monster lying
in wait for them. Better that they flee back to their desert than
trust themselves to his unknown world where even the fairest of
waters held death.

But I did not die. Neither did Red Lightning die. I was very sick
for an hour; but after that I rapidly recovered. It was a long time
after before I learned the truth about sea water.


HUNGRY and thirsty, Red Lightning and I set off up the canon away
from the sea, presently entering the first side canon bearing in a
northerly direction, for it was my desire to pass through these
mountains in the hope of finding a valley running east and west which
I could follow back in the direction of my people.

We had proceeded only a short distance up the side canon when I
discovered a spring of pure water and around it an abundance of fine
pasture. It was, nevertheless, with some feeling of trepidation that
I sampled the liquid; but the first mouthful reassured me and a
moment later Red Lightning and I were drinking avidly from the same
pool. Then I removed his saddle and bridle and turned him loose to
browse upon the lush grasses, while I removed my clothing and bathed
my body, which was, by now, sorely in need of it.

I felt much refreshed, and could I have found food should soon
have been myself again; but without bow and arrows my chances seemed
slight unless I were to take the time to construct a snare and wait
for prey.

This, however, I had no mind to do, since I argued that sooner or
later I must run across human habitation, where, unless greatly
outnumbered by armed men, I would obtain food.

For an hour I permitted Red Lightning to line his belly with
nutritious grasses and then I called him to me, resaddled, and was on
my way again up the wooded, winding canon, following a well marked
trail in which constantly appeared the spoor of coyote, wolf,
hellhound, deer and lion, as well as those of domestic animals and
the sandaled feet of slaves, but I saw no signs of shod horses to
indicate the presence of Kalkars. The imprints of sandals might mark
only the passage of native hunters, or they might lead to a hidden
camp. It was this latter that I hoped.

Throughout all the desert and mountain country the camps of the
slaves are to be found, for they are not all attached to the service
of the whites, there being many who live roving lives, following the
game and the pasture and ever eluding the white man. It was the
Kalkars who first gave them the name of slave, they say, but before
that they were known to the ancients by the name of In-juns.

Among themselves they use only their various tribal names, such as
Hopi, Navaho, Mojave, to mention the better known tribes with which
we came in contact on the desert and in the mountains and forests to
the east. With the exception of the Apache and the far Yaqui, and of
the latter we knew little except by repute, they are a peaceful
people and hospitable to friendly strangers. It was my hope,
therefore, to discover a camp of these natives, where I was sure that
I would be received in peace and given food.

I had wound upward for perhaps three miles when I came suddenly
upon a little, open meadow and the realization of my wish, for there
stood three of the pointed tents of slaves consisting of a number of
poles leaning inward and lashed together at the top, the whole
covered by a crazy patchwork consisting of the skins of animals sewn
together. These tents, however, were peculiar, in that they were very

As I came in sight of the camp I was discovered by a horde of
scrawny curs that came bristling and yapping toward me, apprising
their masters of the presence of a stranger. A head appeared in the
opening of one of the tents and was as quickly withdrawn.

I called aloud that I would speak with their chief and then I
waited through a full minute of silence. Receiving no reply I called
again, more peremptorily, for I am not accustomed to waiting long for

This time I received a reply. "Go away, Kalkar," cried a man's
voice. "This is our country. Go away or we will kill you."

Evidently these people dared voice their antagonism to the
Kalkars, and from my knowledge of the reputation of the latter I knew
this to be the most unusual in any country that they dominated. That
they hated them I was not surprised-all people hate them. It was upon
the assumption of this common hatred that I based my expectation of
friendly assistance from any slave with whom I might come in contact
in the Kalkar country.

"I am not a Kalkar," I therefore replied to the voice, whose owner
still remained behind the skins of his diminutive tent, upon the
floor of which he must have been sitting, since no man could stand
upright in it.

"What are you?" asked the voice.

"I am a desert Yank," I replied, guessing that he would be more
familiar with that word than American or Julian.

"You are a Kalkar," he insisted. "Do I not see your skin, even if
your cloak and bonnet were not enough to prove you a Kalkar?"

"But I am not a Kalkar. I have but just escaped them and I have
been long without food. I wish food and then I will go on, for I am
in search of my own people who are fighting the Kalkars at the edge
of their great camp to the east."

He stuck his head through the flap then and eyed me closely. His
face was small and much wrinkled and he had a great shock of stiff,
black hair that stuck out in all directions and was not confined by
any band. I thought that he must still be sitting or squatting upon
the ground, so low was his head, but a moment later, when, evidently
having decided to investigate my claims more closely, he parted the
flap and stepped out of the tent, I was startled to see a man little
more than three feet tall standing before me.

He was stark naked and carried a bow in one hand and several
arrows in the other. At first I thought he might be a child, but his
old and wrinkled face as well as the well developed muscles moving
beneath his brown skin belied that.

Behind him came two other men of about the same height and
simultaneously from the other two tents appeared six or eight more of
these diminutive warriors. They formed a semicircle about me, their
weapons in readiness.

"From what country do you come?" demanded the little chief.

I pointed toward the east. "From the desert beyond your farthest
mountains," I replied.

He shook his head. "We have never been beyond our own hills," he

It was most difficult to understand him, although I am familiar
with the dialects of a score of tribes and the mongrel tongue that is
employed by both the Kalkars and ourselves to communicate with the
natives, yet we managed to make ourselves understood to each

I dismounted and approached them, my hand held out toward them as
is the custom of my people in greeting friends, with whom we always
clasp hands after an absence, or when meeting friendly strangers for
the first time. They did not seem to understand my intentions and
drew back, fitting arrows to their bows.

I did not know what to do. They were so small that to have
attacked them would have seemed to me like putting children to the
sword, and, too, I craved their friendship, for I believed that they
might prove of inestimable value to me in discovering the shortest
route back to my people, that was at the same time most free of
Kalkar camps.

I dropped my hand and smiled, at a loss as to how best to reassure
them. The smile must have done it, for immediately the old man's face
broke into a grin.

"You are not a Kalkar," he said; "they never smile at us." He
lowered his weapon, his example being followed by the others. "Tie
your horse to a tree. We will give you food." He turned toward the
tents and called to the women to come out and prepare food.

I dropped my reins to the ground, which is all the tying that Red
Lightning requires, and advanced toward the little men, and when I
had thrown aside my Kalkar coat and bonnet they crowded around me
with questions and comment.

"No, he is not a Kalkar," said one. "His cloak and bonnet are
Kalkar, but not his other garments."

"I was captured by the Kalkars," I explained, "and to escape I
covered myself with this cloak which I had taken from a Kalkar that I

A stream of women and children now issued from the tents, whose
capacity must have been taxed beyond their limit. The children were
like toys, so diminutive were they, and, like their fathers and
mothers, quite naked, nor was there among them all the sign of an
ornament or decoration of any nature.

They crowded around me, filled with good natured curiosity, and I
could see that they were a joyous, kindly little people; but even as
I stood there encircled by them I could scarcely bring myself to
believe in their existence, rather thinking that I was the victim of
a capricious dream, for never had I seen or heard of such a race of
tiny humans.

As I had this closer and better opportunity to study them I saw
that they were not of the same race as the slaves, or In-juns; but
were of a lighter shade of brown, with different shaped heads and
slanting eyes. They were a handsome little people and there was about
the children that which was at once laughable and appealing, so that
one could not help but love them and laugh with them.

The women busied themselves making fire and bringing meat-a leg of
venison and four for bread, with fresh fruits such as apricots,
strawberries and oranges. They chattered and laughed all the time,
casting quick glances at me and then giggling behind their hands.

The children and the dogs were always under foot, but no one
appeared to mind them and no one spoke a cross word, and often I saw
the men snatch up a child and caress it. They seemed a very happy
people-quite unlike any other people who have lived long in a Kalkar
country. I mentioned this fact to the chief and asked him how they
could be so happy under the cruel domination of the Kalkars.

"We do not live under their rule," he replied. "We are a free
people. When they attempted to harass us, we made war upon them."

"You made war upon the Kalkars?" I demanded incredulously.

"Upon those who came into our hills," he replied. "We never leave
the hills. We know every rock and tree and trail and cave, and being
a very little people and accustomed to living always in the hills we
can move rapidly from place to place.

"Long ago the Kalkars used to send warriors to kill us, but they
could never find us, though first from one side and then from another
our arrows fell among them, killing many. We were all about them, but
they could not see us. Now they leave us alone. The hills are ours
from the great Kalkar camp to the sea and up the sea for many
marches. The hills furnish us with all that we require and we are

"What do you call yourselves?" I asked. "From where do you

"We are Nipons," he replied. "I am Saku, chief of this district.
We have always been here in these hills. The first Nipon, our
ancestor, was a most honorable giant who lived upon an island far,
far out in the middle of the sea. His name was Mik-do. He lives there
now. When we die we go there to live with him. That is all."

"The Kalkars no longer bother you?" I asked.

"Since the time of my father's father they have not come to fight
with us," replied Saku. "We have no enemies other than Raban, the
giant, who lives on the other side of the hills. He comes sometimes
to hunt us with his dogs and his slaves. Those whom he kills or
captures, he eats.

"He is a very terrible creature, is Raban. He rides a great horse
and covers himself with iron so that our arrows and our spears do not
harm him. He is three times as tall as we."

I assumed that, after the manner of the ignorant, he was referring
to an imaginary personification of some greatly feared manifestation
of natural forces-storm, fire or earthquake, perhaps-probably fire,
since his reference to the devouring of his people by this giant
suggested fire, and, so dismissed the subject from my mind, along
with Mik-do and the fabulous island in the sea.

How filled is the mind of the ignorant native with baseless
beliefs and superstitions. He reminded me of our own slaves who told
of the iron horses drawing tents of iron and of men flying through
the air.

As I ate I questioned Saku concerning the trails leading back in
the direction of my people. He told me that the trail upon which he
was camped led to the summit of the hills, joining with another that
led straight down into a great valley which he thought would lead me
to my destination, but of that he was not sure, having only such
knowledge of the extent of the valley as one might glean from viewing
it from the summit of his loftiest hills.

Against this trail, however, he warned me explicitly, saying that
I might use it in comparative safety only to the summit, for upon the
other side it led straight down past the great, stone tent of Raban
the giant.

"The safer way," he said, "is to follow the trail that winds along
the summit of the hills, back toward the camp of the Kalkars-a great
trail that was built in the time of Mik-do-and from which you can
ride down into the valley along any one of many trails. Always you
will be in danger of Raban until you have gone a day's march beyond
his tent, for he rides far in search of prey; but at least you will
be in less danger than were you to ride down the canon in which he

But Raban, the imaginary giant, did not worry me much and although
I thanked Saku for his warnings, and let him believe that I would
follow his advice, I was secretly determined to take the shortest
route to the valley beyond the hills.

Having finished my meal I thanked my hosts and was preparing to
depart when I saw the women and children pulling down the tents to an
accompaniment of much laughter and squealing while several of the men
started up the canon, voicing strange cries. I looked at Saku

"We are moving up the canon for deer," he explained, "and will go
with you part of the way to the summit. There are many trees across
the trail that would hinder you, and these we will move or show you a
way around."

"Must you carry all this camp equipment?" I asked him, seeing the
women struggling with the comparatively heavy hide tents, which they
were rolling and tying into bundles, while others gathered the tent
poles and bound them together.

"We will put them on our horses," he explained, pointing up the

I looked in the direction he indicated to see the strangest
creatures I had ever looked upon-a string of tiny, woolly horses that
were being driven toward camp by the men who had recently gone up the
canon after them. The little animals were scarce half the height of
Red Lightning and they moved at so slow a pace that they seemed
scarce to move at all. They had huge bellies and most enormous ears
set upon great, uncouth heads. In appearance they seemed part sheep,
part horse and a great deal of the long-eared rabbit of the

They were most docile creatures and during the business of
strapping the loads to them the children played about between their
feet or were tossed to their backs, where they frolicked, while the
sad-eyed, dejected creatures stood with drooping heads and waving
ears. When we started on the march all the children were mounted upon
these little horses, sometimes perched upon the top of a load, or
again there would be three or four of them upon the back of a single

It did not take me long to discover that Red Lightning and I had
no place in this cavalcade, for if we went behind we were constantly
trampling upon the heels of the slow moving little horses, and if we
went ahead we lost them in a few yards, and so I explained to Saku
that my haste made it necessary for me to go on, but that if I came
to any obstacle I could not surmount alone I would wait there for
them to overtake me.

I thanked him again for his kindness to me and we exchanged vows
of friendship which I believe were as sincere upon his part as they
were upon mine. They were a happy, lovable little people and I was
sorry to leave them.

Pushing rapidly ahead I encountered no insuperable obstacles and
after a couple of hours I came out upon a wide trail at the summit of
the hills and saw spread before me a beautiful valley extending far
to the east and to the west. At my feet was the trail leading down
past the tent of the imaginary Raban and toward this I reined Red

I had not yet crossed the old trail of the ancients when I heard
the sound of the flying feet of horses approaching from the west.
Here the trail winds upward and passes around the shoulder of a hill
and as I looked I saw a running horse come into view and at its heel
another in hot pursuit. The rider of the second horse was evidently a
Kalkar warrior, as a red robe whipped in the wind behind him, and the
figure upon the leading animal I could not identify at first, but as
they drew rapidly nearer the streaming hair of its head suggested
that it must be a woman.

A Kalkar up to their old tricks, I thought, as I sat watching
them. So intent was the man upon his prey that he did not notice me
until after he had seized the bridle rein of his quarry and brought
both animals to a halt not a score of feet from me, then he looked up
in surprise. His captive was looking at me, too.

She was a girl with wide, frightened eyes-appealing eyes that even
while they appealed were dulled by hopelessness, for what aid might
she expect from one Kalkar against another, and of course she must
have believed me a Kalkar.

She was a Kalkar woman, but still she was a woman, and so I was
bound to aid her. Even had I not felt thus obligated by her sex I
should have killed her companion in any event, for was he not a
stranger in addition to being a Kalkar?

I let my Kalkar cloak slip to the ground and I tossed my Kalkar
bonnet after it.

"I am The Red Hawk!" I cried as I drew the sword from my belt and
touched Red Lightning with my spurs. "Fight, Kalkar!"

The Kalkar tried to bring his spear into play, but it was slung
across his back, and he couldn't unsling it in time; so he, too, drew
a sword, and, to gain time, he reined his horse behind that of the
girl. But she was master of her own mount now, and with a shake of
her reins she had urged her horse forward, uncovering the Kalkar, and
now he and I were face to face.

He towered above me and he had the protection of his iron vest and
iron bonnet, while I was without even the protection of a shield; but
whatever advantage these things might have given him, they were
outweighed by the lightness and agility of Red Lightning and the
freedom of my own muscles, unencumbered by heavy metal

His big, clumsy horse was ill-mannered, and, on top of all else,
the Kalkar's swordsmanship was so poor that it seemed ill-befitting a
brave warrior to take his almost defenseless life; but he was a
Kalkar, and there was no alternative. Had I found him naked and
unarmed in bed and unconscious with fever, it would still have been
my duty to dispatch him, although there had been no glory in it.

I could not, however, bring myself to the point of butchering him
without appearing at least to give him a chance and so I played with
him, parrying his cuts and thrusts and tapping him now and then upon
his metal bonnet and vest. This must have given him hope, for
suddenly he drew off and then rushed me, his sword swinging high
above his head. What a chance he offered, blundering down upon me
with chest and belly and groin exposed, for his iron shirt could
never stop a Julian's point.

So wondrously awkward was his method of attack that I waited to
see the nature of his weird technique before dispatching him. I was
upon his left front, and when he was almost upon me he struck
downward at me and to his left, but he could not think of two things
at once-his horse and his opponent-and as he did not strike quite far
enough to the left his blade clove his mount's skull between the
ears, and the poor brute, which was rushing forward at the time, fell
squarely upon its face, and, turning completely over, pinioned its
rider beneath its corpse.

I dismounted to put the man out of his misery, for I was sure he
must be badly injured, but I found that he was stone dead. His knife
and spear I appropriated, as well as his heavy bow and arrows,
although I was distrustful as to my skill with the last weapon, so
much lighter and shorter are the bows to which I am accustomed.

I had not concerned myself with the girl, thinking, of course,
that during the duel she would take advantage of the opportunity to
escape; but when I looked up from the corpse of the Kalkar she was
still there, sitting her horse a few yards away and eying me


"WELL!" I exclaimed. "Why have you not flown?"

"And where?" she demanded.

"Back to your Kalkar friends," I replied.

"It is because you are not a Kalkar that I did not fly," she

"How do you know that I am no Kalkar," I demanded, "and why, if I
am not, should you not fly from me, who must be an enemy of your

"You called him 'Kalkar' as you charged him," she explained, "and
one Kalkar does not call another Kalkar that. Neither am I a

I thought then of what the Or-tis had told me of the thousand
Americans who had wished to desert the Kalkars and join themselves
with us. This girl must be of them, then.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Bethelda," she replied. "And who are you?"

She looked me squarely in the eyes with a fearless frankness that
was anything but Kalkarian. It was the first time that I had had a
good look at her, and, by the Flag, she was not displeasing to look
at! She had large, gray-green eyes and heavy lashes and a cheerful
countenance that seemed even now to be upon the verge of laughter.
There was something almost boyish about her, and yet she was all
girl. I stood looking at her for so long a time without speaking that
a frown of impatience clouded her brow.

"I asked you who you are," she reminded me.

"I am Julian 20th, the Red Hawk," I replied, and I thought for an
instant that her eyes went a little wider and that she looked
frightened; but I must have been mistaken, for I was to learn later
that it took more than a name to frighten Bethelda.

"Tell me where you are going," I said, "and I will ride with you,
lest you be again attacked."

"I do not know where to go," she replied, "for wherever I go I
meet enemies."

"Where are your people?" I demanded.

"I fear that they are all slain," she told me, a quiver in her

"But where were you going? You must have been going

"I was looking for a place to hide," she said. "The Nipons would
let me stay with them, if I could find them. My people were always
kind to them. They would be kind to me."

"Your people were of the Kalkars, even though you say you are no
Kalkar, and the Nipons hate them. They would not take you in."

"My people were Americans. They lived among the Kalkars, but they
were not Kalkars. We lived at the foot of these hills for nearly a
hundred years, and we often met the Nipons. They did not hate us,
though they hated the Kalkars about us."

"Do you know Saku?" I asked.

"Since I was a little child I have known Saku the Chief," she

"Come, then," I said; "I will take you to Saku."

"You know him? He is near?"

"Yes. Come!"

She followed me down the trail up which I had so recently come,
and although I begrudged the time that it delayed me, I was glad that
I might have her off my hands so easily and so quickly; for of a
certainty I could not leave her alone and unprotected, nor could I
take her upon my long journey with me even could I have prevailed
upon my people to accept her.

In less than an hour we came upon Saku's new camp, and the little
people were surprised indeed to see me, and overjoyed when they
discovered Bethelda, more than assuring me by their actions that the
girl had been far from stating the real measure of the esteem in
which the Nipons held her. When I would have turned to ride away they
insisted that I remain until morning, pointing out to me that the day
was already far gone, and that being unfamiliar with the trails I
might easily become lost and thus lose more time than I would

The girl stood listening to our conversation, and when I at last
insisted that I must go because, having no knowledge of the trails
anyhow, I would be as well off by night as by day, she offered to
guide me.

"I know the valley from end to end," she said. "Tell me where you
would go and I will lead you there as well by night as by day."

"But how would you return?" I asked.

"If you are going to your people perhaps they would let me remain,
for am I not an American, too?"

I shook my head. "I am afraid that they would not," I told her.
"We feel very bitterly toward all Americans that cast their lot with
the Kalkars-even more bitterly than we feel toward the Kalkars

"I did not cast my lot with the Kalkars," she said proudly. "I
have hated them always-since I was old enough to hate. If four
hundred years ago my people chose to do a wicked thing, is it any
fault of mine? I am as much an American as you, and I hate the
Kalkars more because I know them better."

"My people would not reason that way," I said. "The women would
set the hounds on you, and you would be torn to pieces."

She shivered. "You are as terrible as the Kalkars," she said

"You forget the generations of humiliation and suffering that we
have endured because of the renegade Americans who brought the Kalkar
curse upon us," I reminded her.

"We have suffered, too," she said, "and we are as innocent as
you," and then suddenly she looked me squarely in the eyes. "How do
you feel about it? Do you, too, hate me worse than if I were a
Kalkar? You saved my life, perhaps, to-day. You could do that for one
you hate?"

"You are a girl," I reminded her, "and I am an Americana Julian,"
I added.

"You saved me only because I am a girl?" she insisted.

I nodded.

"You are a strange people," she said, "that you could be so brave
and generous to one you hate, and yet refuse the simpler kindness of
forgiveness-forgiveness of a sin that we did not commit."

I recalled the Or-tis, who had spoken similarly, and I wondered if
perhaps they might not be right; but we are a proud people and for
generations before my day our pride had been ground beneath the heels
of the victorious Kalkar.

Even yet the wound was still raw. And we are a stubborn
people-stubborn in our loves and our hatreds.

Already I had regretted my friendliness with the Or-tis, and now I
was having amicable dealings with another Kalkar-it was difficult for
me to think of them as other than Kalkars. I should be hating this
one-I should have hated the Or-tis-but for some reason I found it not
so easy to hate them.

Saku had been listening to our conversation, a portion of which at
least he must have understood.

"Wait until morning," he said, "and then she can at least go with
you as far as the top of the hills and point out the way for you; but
you will be wise to take her with you. She knows every trail, and it
will be better for her to go with you to your own people. She is not
Kalkar, and if they catch her they will kill her.

"Were she Kalkar we would hate her and chase her away; but though
she is welcome among us it would be hard for her to remain. We move
camp often, and often our trails lead where one so large as she might
have difficulty in following, nor would she have a man to hunt for
her, and there are times when we have to go without food because we
cannot find enough even for our own little people."

"I will wait until morning," I said; "but I cannot take her with
me; my people would kill her."

I had two motives in remaining over the night. One was to go forth
early in the morning and kill game for the little Nipons in payment
for their hospitality, and the other was to avail myself of the
girl's knowledge of the trails, which she could point out from some
lofty hilltop. I had only a general idea of the direction in which to
search for my people, and as I had seen from the summit that the
valley beyond was entirely surrounded by hills I realized that I
might gain time by waiting until morning, when the girl should be
able to point out the route to the proper pass to my destination.

After the evening meal that night I kept up a fire for the girl,
as the air was chill and she was not warmly clad. The little people
had only their tents and a few skins for their own protection, nor
was there room in the former for the girl, so already overcrowded
were they. The Nipons retired to their rude shelters almost
immediately after eating, leaving the girl and me alone. She huddled
close to the fire and she looked very forlorn and alone.

"Your people are all gone?" I asked.

"My own people-my father, my mother, my three brothers-all are
dead, I think," she replied. "My mother and father I know are dead.
She died when I was a little girl. Six months ago my father was
killed by the Kalkars. My three brothers and I scattered, for we
heard that they were coming to kill us also.

"I have heard that they captured my brothers; but I am not sure.
They have been killing many in the valley lately, for here dwell
nearly all the pure descendants of Americans, and those of us who
were thought to favor the true Or-tis were marked for slaughter by
the false Or-tis.

"I had been hiding in the home of a friend of my father, but I
knew that if I were found there it would bring death to him and his
family, and so I came away, hoping to find a place where I might be
safe from them; but I guess there is no place for me-even my friends,
the Nipons, though they would let me stay with them, admit that it
would be a hardship to provide for me."

"What will you do?" I asked. Somehow I felt very sorry for

"I shall find some nearly inaccessible place in the hills and
build myself a shelter," she replied.

"But you cannot live here in the hills alone," I remonstrated.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Where may I live, then?"

"For a little while, perhaps," I suggested, "until the Kalkars are
driven into the sea."

"Who will drive them into the sea?" she asked.

"We," I replied proudly.

"And if you do, how much better off shall I be? Your people will
set their hounds upon me-you have said so yourself. But you will not
drive the Kalkars into the sea. You have no conception of their
numbers. All up and down the coast, days' journeys north and south,
wherever there is a fertile valley, they have bred like flies. For
days they have been coming from all directions, marching toward the
Capitol. I do not know why they congregate now, nor why only the
warriors come. Are they threatened, do you think?" A sudden thought
seemed to burst upon her. "It cannot be," she exclaimed, "that the
Yanks have attacked them! Have your people come out of the desert

"Yes," I replied. "Yesterday we attacked their great camp; to-day
my warriors must have eaten their evening meal in the stone tents of
the Kalkars."

"You mean the Capitol?"


"Your forces have reached the Capitol? It seems incredible! Never
before have you come so far. You have a great army?"

"Twenty-five thousand warriors marched down out of the desert
beneath the Flag," I told her, "and we drove the Kalkars from the
pass of the ancients back to the Capitol, as you call their great

"You have lost many warriors?"

"Many fell," I replied; "thousands."

"Then you are not twenty-five thousand now, and the Kalkars are
like ants. Kill them, and more will come. They will wear you down
until your few survivors will be lucky if they can escape back to
their desert."

"You do not know us," I told her. "We have brought our women, our
children, our flocks and herds down into the orange groves of the
Kalkars, and there we shall remain. If we cannot drive the Kalkars
into the sea to-day, we shall have to wait until to-morrow. It has
taken us three hundred years to drive them this far, but in all that
time we have never given back a step that we have once gained; we
have never retreated from any position to which we have brought our
families and our stock."

"You have a large family?" she asked.

"I have no wife," I replied as I arose to add fuel to the

As I returned with a handful of sticks I saw that she hugged
closer to the blaze and that she shivered with the cold. I removed my
Kalkar robe and threw it across her shoulders.

"No," she cried, rising. "I cannot take it. You will be cold."

"Keep it," I said. "The night will be cold, and you cannot go
until morning without covering."

She shook her head.

"No," she repeated. "I cannot accept favors from an enemy who
hates me."

She stood there, holding the red robe out toward me. Her chin was
high and her expression haughty.

I stepped forward and took the robe and as her hand dropped to her
side I threw the woolen garment about her once more and held it there
upon her slim figure. She tried to pull away from it, but my arm was
about her, holding the robe in place, and as I guessed her intention
I pressed the garment more closely around her, which drew her to me
until we stood face to face, her body pressed against mine. As I
looked down into her upturned face our eyes met, and for a moment we
stood there as if turned to stone.

I do not know what happened. Her eyes, wide and half frightened,
looked up into mine, her lips were parted, and she caught her breath
once in what was almost a sob. Just for an instant we stood thus, and
then her eyes dropped and she bent her head and turned it half away
and at the same time her muscles relaxed and she went almost limp in
my arms.

Very gently I lowered her to her seat beside the fire and adjusted
the robe about her. Something had happened to me. I did not know what
it was, but of a sudden nothing seemed to matter so much in all the
world as the comfort and safety of Bethelda.

In silence I sat down opposite her and looked at her as though I
never before had laid eyes upon her, and well might it have been that
I had never; for, by the Flag, I had not seen her before, or else,
like some of the tiny lizards of the desert, she had the power to
change her appearance as they change their colors, for this was not
the same girl to whom I had been talking a moment since; this was a
new and wonderful creature of a loveliness beyond all compare.

No, I did not know what had happened, nor did I care. I just sat
there and devoured her with my eyes. And then she looked up and spoke
four words that froze my heart in my bosom.

She looked up and her eyes were dull and filled with pain.
Something had happened to her, too-I could see it.

"I am an Or-tis," she said, and dropped her head again.

I could not speak. I just sat there staring at the slender little
figure of my blood enemy, sitting, dejected, in the firelight. After
a long time she lay down beside the fire and slept, and I suppose
that I must have slept, too, for once, when I opened my eyes, the
fire was out, I was almost frozen, and the light of a new day was
breaking over rugged hilltops to the east. I arose and rekindled the
fire. After that I would get Red Lightning and ride away before she
awakened; but when I had found him, feeding a short distance from the
camp, I did not mount and ride away, but came back to the camp again.
Why, I do not know. I did not want to see her again ever, yet
something drew me to her.

She was awake and standing looking all about, up and down the
canon, when I first saw her, and I was sure that there was an
expression of relief in her eyes when she discovered me.

She smiled wistfully, and I could not be hard, as I should have
been to a blood enemy.

I was friendly with her brother, I thought-why should I not be
friendly with her? Of course, I shall go away and not see her again;
but at least I may be pleasant to her while I remain. Thus I argued,
and thus I acted.

"Good morning," I said as I approached. "How are you?"

"Splendid," she replied. "And how are you?"

Her tones were rich and mellow and her eyes intoxicated me like
old wine. Oh, why was she an enemy?

The Nipons came from their little tents. The naked children
scampered around, playing with the dogs in an attempt to get warm.
The women built the fires, around which the men huddled while their
mates prepared the morning meal.

After we had eaten I took Red Lightning and started off down the
canon to hunt, and although I was dubious as to what results I should
achieve with the heavy Kalkar bow, I did better than I had expected,
for I got two bucks although the chase carried me much farther from
camp than I had intended going.

The morning must have been half spent as Red Lightning toiled up
the canon trail beneath the weight of the two carcasses and myself to
the camp. I noticed that he seemed nervous as we approached, keeping
his ears pricked forward and occasionally snorting, but I had no idea
of the cause of his perturbation and was only the more on the alert
myself, as I always am when warned by Red Lightning's actions that
something may be amiss.

And when I came to the camp site I did not wonder that he had been
aroused, for his keen nostrils had scented tragedy long before my
dull senses could become aware of it. The happy, peaceful camp was no
more. The little tents lay flat upon the ground and near them the
corpses of two of my tiny friends-two little naked warriors. That was
all. Silence and desolation brooded where there had been life and
happiness a few short hours before. Only the dead remained.

Bethelda! What had become of her? What had happened? Who had done
this cruel thing? There was but a single answer-the Kalkars must have
discovered this little camp and rushed it. The Nipons that had not
been killed doubtless escaped, and the Kalkars had carried Bethelda
away a captive.

Suddenly I saw red. Casting the carcasses of the bucks to the
ground, I put spurs to Red Lightning and set out up the trail where
the fresh imprint of horses hoof's pointed the direction in which the
murderers had gone. There was the spoor of several horses in the
trail, and among them one huge imprint fully twice the size of the
dainty imprint of Red Lightning's shoe. While the feet of all the
Kalkar horses are large, this was the largest I had ever seen.

From the signs of the trail, I judged that not less than twenty
horses were in the party, and while at first I had ridden impetuously
in pursuit, presently my better judgment warned me that I could best
serve Bethelda through strategy, if at all, since it was obvious that
one man could not, single-handed, overthrow a score of warriors by
force alone.

And now, therefore, I went more warily, though had I been of a
mind to do so I doubt that I could have much abated my speed, for
there was a force that drove me on, and if I let my mind dwell long
on the possibility of the dangers confronting Bethelda I forgot
strategy and cunning and all else save brute force and blood.

Vengeance! It is of my very marrow, bred into me through
generations that have followed its emblem, the Flag, westward along
its bloody trail toward the sea. Vengeance and the Flag and the
Julian-they are one. And here was I, Lord of Vengeance, Great Chief
of the Julians, Protector of the Flag, riding hot-foot to save or
avenge a daughter of the Or-tis! I should have flushed for shame, but
I did not. Never had my blood surged so hot even to the call of the
Flag. Could it be, then, that there was something greater than the
Flag? No, that I could not admit; but I had found something that
imparted to the Flag a greater meaning to me.


I CAME TO the summit without overtaking them, but I could tell
from the spoor that they were not far ahead of me. The canon trail is
very winding and there is a great deal of brush, so that, oftentimes,
a horseman a score of yards ahead of you is out of your sight and the
noise of your own mount's passage drowns that of the others. For this
reason I did not know, as long as I was in the canon, how close I
might be to them, but when I reached the summit it was different.
Then I could see further in all directions.

The murderers were not in sight upon the great highway of the
ancients, and I rode swiftly to where the trail drops down upon the
north side of the mountains to the great valley that I had seen the
day before. There are fewer trees and lower brush upon this side, and
below me I could see the trail at intervals as it wound downward, and
as I looked I saw the first of a party of horsemen come into sight
around the shoulder of a hill as they made their way down into the

To my right, a short distance, was a ridge leading from the summit
downward and along the flank of the canon into which the riders were
descending. A single glance determined me that a few minutes of hard
and rather rough riding would permit me to gain the canon ahead of
the riders and unseen by them, unless the brush proved heavier than
it appeared or some impassable ravine intervened.

At least the venture was worth essaying, and so, not waiting for a
longer inspection of the enemy, I wheeled and rode along the summit
and out onto the ridge which I hoped would prove an avenue to such a
position as I wished to attain, where I might carry out a species of
warfare for which we are justly famous, in that we are adepts at

I found along the ridge a faint game trail and this I followed at
reckless speed, putting Red Lightning down steep declivities in a
manner that must have caused him to think me mad, so careful am I
ordinarily of his legs, but to-day I was as inconsiderate of them as
I was of my own life.

At one place the thing I most feared occurred-a deep ravine cut
directly through the ridge, the side nearer me dropping almost sheer
to the bottom. There was some slight footing, however part way down,
and Red Lightning never hesitated as I put him over the brink.
Squatting on his haunches, his front legs stiff before him, he slid
and stumbled downward, gaining momentum as he went, until, about
twenty feet from the bottom, we went over a perpendicular dirt cliff
together, landing in the soft sand at the foot of it a bit shaken,
but unhurt.

There was no time even for an instant's breathing spell. Before us
was the steep acclivity of the opposite side, and like a cat Red
Lightning pawed and scrambled his way up, clinging motionless at
times for an instant, his toes dug deep into the yielding earth,
while I held my breath as fate decided whether he should hold his own
or slip back into the ravine; but at last we made it and once more
were upon the summit of the ridge.

Now I had to go more carefully, for my trail and the trail of the
enemy were converging and constantly the danger increased. I rode now
slightly below the brow of the ridge, hidden from whoever might be
riding the trail along the opposite side, and presently I saw the
mouth of the canon to my right and below me and across it the trail
along which the Kalkars must pass-that they had not already done so I
was confident, for I had ridden hard and almost in a straight line,
while they had been riding slowly-when I saw them and the trail they
were following wound back and forth down the canon side at an easy

Where the ridge ended in a steep declivity to the bottom of the
canon I drew rein and dismounted and, leaving Red Lightning hidden in
the brush, made my way to the summit where, below me, the trail lay
in full view for a distance of a hundred yards up the canon and for
half a mile below. In my left hand I carried the heavy Kalkar bow and
in my right a bundle of arrows, while a score or more others
protruded from my right boot. Fitting an arrow to my bow I

Nor did I have long to wait. I heard the clank of accouterments,
the thud of horses' hoofs, the voices of men, and a moment later the
head of the little column appeared about the shoulder of a hill.

I had tried my Kalkar bow this morning upon the bucks, and I was
surer of it now. It is a good bow, the principal objection to it
being that it is too cumbersome for a mounted warrior. It is very
powerful, though, and carries its heavy arrows accurately to a great
distance. I knew now what I could do with it.

I waited until half a dozen riders had come into view, covering
the spot at which they appeared, and as the next one presented
himself I loosed my shaft. I caught the fellow in the groin and,
coming from above, as it did, passed through and into his horse. The
stricken animal reared and threw itself backward upon its rider; but
that I only caught with the tail of my eye, for I was loosing another
shaft at the man in front of him. He dropped with an arrow through
his neck.

By now all was pandemonium. Yelling and cursing, the balance of
the troop galloped into sight and with them I saw such a man, as
mortal eye may never have rested upon before this time and, let us
pray, never may again. He sat on a huge horse, which I instantly
recognized as the animal that had made the great imprints in the
trail I had been following to the summit, and was himself a creature
of such mighty size that he dwarfed the big Kalkars about him.

Instantly I saw in him the giant Raban, whom I had thought but the
figment of Saku's imagination or superstition. On a horse at Raban's
side rode Bethelda. For an instant I was so astonished by the size of
Raban that I forgot my business upon the ridge, but only for an
instant. I could not let drive at the giant for fear of hitting
Bethelda, but I brought down in quick succession the man directly in
front of him and one behind.

By now the Kalkars were riding around in circles looking for the
foe, and they presented admirable targets, as I had known they would.
By the blood of my fathers! but there is no greater sport than this
form of warfare. Always outnumbered by the Kalkars, we have been
forced to adopt tactics aimed to harass the enemy and wear him down a
little at a time. By clinging constantly to his flanks, by giving him
no rest, by cutting off detachments from his main body and
annihilating them, by swooping down unexpectedly upon his isolated
settlements, by roving the country about him and giving battle to
every individual we met upon the trails we have driven him two
thousand miles across the world to his last stand beside the sea.

As the Kalkars milled about in the canon bottom I drove shaft
after shaft among them, but never could I get a fair shot at Raban
the giant, for always he kept Bethelda between us after he had
located me, guessing, evidently, that it was because of her that I
had attacked his party. He roared like a bull as he sought to urge
his men up the ridge to attack me, and some did make the attempt,
half-heartedly, prompted no doubt by the fear of their master-a fear
that must have been a little greater than fear of the unknown enemy
above them; but those who started up after me never came far, for
they soon discovered that with my heavy bow I could drive arrows
through their iron vests as if they had been wool.

Raban, seeing that the battle was going against him, suddenly put
spurs to his great mount and went lumbering off down the canon,
dragging Bethelda's horse after him, while those of his men who
remained covered his retreat.

This did not suit me at all. I was not particularly interested in
the Kalkars he was leaving behind, but in him and his captive and so
I ran to Red Lightning and mounted. As I reined down the flank of the
ridge toward the canon bottom I saw the Kalkars drawing off after
Raban. There were but six of them left, and they were strung out
along the trail.

As they rode they cast backward glances in my direction as if they
were expecting to see a great force of warriors appear in pursuit.
When they saw me they did not return to engage me, but continued
after Raban.

I had reslung my bow beneath my right stirrup leather and replaced
the few arrows in my quiver as Red Lightning descended the side of
the ridge, and now I prepared my lance. Once upon the level trail of
the canon bottom I whispered a word into the pointed ear before me,
couched my lance, and crouched in the saddle as the splendid animal
flattened in swift charge.

The last Kalkar in the retreating column, rather than receive my
spear through the small of his unprotected back, wheeled his horse,
unslung his spear and awaited me in the middle of the trail. It was
his undoing.

No man can meet the subtle tricks of a charging lancer from the
back of a standing horse, for he cannot swerve to one side or the
other with the celerity oft necessary to elude the point of his foe's
lance, or take advantage of what opening the other may inadvertently
leave him, and doubly true was this of the Kalkar upon his clumsy,
splay-footed mount.

So awkward were the twain that they could scarcely have gotten out
of their own way, much less mine, and so I took him where I would as
I crashed into him, which was the chest, and my heavy lance passed
through him, carrying him over his horse's rump, splintering the wood
as he fell to earth. I cast the useless stump aside as I reined Red
Lightning in and wheeled him about.

I saw the nearer Kalkar halted in the trail to watch the outcome
of the battle, and now that he saw his companion go down to death and
me without a lance he bore down upon me, and, I assume, he thought
that he had me on the run for Red Lightning was indeed racing away
from him, back toward the fallen foe, but with a purpose in mind that
one better versed in the niceties of combat might have sensed. As I
passed the dead Kalkar I swung low from my saddle and picked his
lance from where it lay in the dust beside him, and then, never
reducing our speed, I circled and came back to meet the rash one
riding to his doom.

We came together at terrific speed, and as we approached each
other I saw the tactics that this new adversary was bent upon using
to my destruction, and I may say that he used judgment far beyond the
seeming capacity of his low forehead, for he kept his horse's head
ever straight for Red Lightning's front with the intention of riding
me down and overthrowing my mount, which, considering the disparity
in their weights, he would certainly have accomplished had we met
full on, but we did not.

My reins lay on Red Lightning's withers. With a touch of my left
knee I swung the red stallion to the right and passed my spear to my
left hand, all in a fraction of the time it takes to tell it, and as
we met I had the Kalkar helpless, for he was not expecting me upon
his left hand, his heavy horse could not swerve with the agility of
Red Lightning, and so I had but to pick my target and put the fellow
out of his misery-for it must be misery to be a low creature of a

In the throat my point caught him, for I had no mind to break
another lance since I saw two more of the enemy riding toward me,
and, being of tough wood, the weapon tore out through the flesh as
the fellow tumbled backward into the dust of the trail.

There were four Kalkars remaining between me and the giant who,
somewhere down the canon and out of sight now, was bearing Bethelda
off, I knew not where or to what fate. The four were strung out at
intervals along the trail and appeared undecided as to whether to
follow Raban or wait and argue matters out with me. Perhaps they
hoped that I would realize the futility of pitting myself against
their superior numbers, but when I lowered my lance and charged the
nearer of them they must have realized that I was without discretion
and must be ridden down and dispatched.

Fortunately for me they were separated by considerable intervals
and I did not have to receive them all at once. The nearer, fortified
by the sound of his companions' galloping approach, couched his lance
and came halfway to meet me, but I think much of his enthusiasm must
have been lost in contemplation of the fate that he had seen overtake
the others that had pitted their crude skill against me, for
certainly there was neither fire nor inspiration in his attack, which
more closely resembled a huge senseless bowlder rolling down a
mountainside than a sentient creature of nerves and brain driven by
lofty purposes of patriotism and honor.

Poor clod! An instant later the world was a better place in which
to live, by at least one less Kalkar; but he cost me another lance
and a flesh wound in the upper arm, and left me facing his three
fellows, who were now so close upon me that there was no time in
which to retrieve the lance fallen from his nerveless fingers.

There was recourse only to the sword, and, drawing, I met the next
of them with only a blade against his long lance; but I eluded his
point, closed with him and, while he sought to draw, clove him open
from his shoulder to the center of his chest.

It took but an instant, yet that instant was my undoing, for the
remaining two were already upon me. I turned in time to partly dodge
the lance point of the foremost, but it caught me a glancing blow
upon the head and that is the last that I remember of immediately
ensuing events.

When next I opened my eyes I was jouncing along, lashed to a
saddle, belly down across a horse. Within the circumscribed limits of
my vision lay a constantly renewed circle of dusty trail and four
monotonously moving, gray, shaggy legs. At least I was not on Red

I had scarcely regained consciousness when the horse bearing me
was brought to a stop and the two accompanying Kalkars dismounted and
approached me. Removing the bonds that held me to the saddle they
dragged me unceremoniously to the ground, and when I stood erect they
were surprised to see that I was conscious.

"Dirty Yank!" cried one and struck me in the face with his open

His companion laid a hand upon his arm. "Hold, Tav," he
expostulated, "he put up a good fight against great odds." The
speaker was a man of about my own height and might have passed as a
full-blood Yank, though, as I thought at the time, doubtless he was a

The other gestured his disgust. "A dirty Yank," he repeated. "Keep
him here, Okonnor, while I find Raban and ask what to do with him."
He turned and left us.

We had halted at the foot of a low hill upon which grew tremendous
old trees and of such infinite variety that I marveled at them. There
were pine, cypress, hemlock, sycamore and acacia that I recognized,
and many others the like of which I never before had seen, and
between the trees grew flowering shrubs. Where the ground was open it
was carpeted with flowers-great masses of color; and there were
little pools choked with lilies and countless birds and butterflies.
Never had I looked upon a place of such wondrous beauty.

Through the trees I could see the outlines of the ruins of one of
the stone tents of the ancients sitting upon the summit of the low
hill. It was toward this ruined structure that he who was called Tav
was departing from us.

"What place is this?" I asked the fellow guarding me, my curiosity
overcoming my natural aversion to conversation with his kind.

"It is the tent of Raban," he replied: "Until recently it was the
home of Or-tis the Jemadar-the true Or-tis. The false Or-tis dwells
in the great tents of The Capitol. He would not last long in this

"What is this Raban?" I asked.

"He is a great robber. He preys upon all and to such an extent has
he struck terror to the hearts of all who have heard of him that he
takes toll as he will, and easily. They say that he eats the flesh of
humans, but that I do not know-I have been with him but a short time.
After the assassination of the true Or-tis I joined him because he
preys upon the Kalkars.

"He lived long in the eastern end of the valley, where he could
prey upon the outskirts of the Capitol, and then he did not rob or
murder the people of the valley; but with the death of Or-tis he came
and took this place and now he preys upon my people as well as upon
the Kalkars, but I remain with him since I must serve either him or
the Kalkars."

"You are not a Kalkar?" I asked, and I could believe it because of
his good old American name, Okonnor.

"I am a Yank, and you?"

"I am Julian 20th, The Red Hawk," I replied.

He raised his brows. "I have heard of you in the last few days,"
he said. "Your people are fighting mightily at the edge of The
Capitol, but they will be driven back-the Kalkars are too many. Raban
will be glad of you if the stories they tell of him are true. One is
that he eats the hearts of brave warriors that are unfortunate enough
to fall into his hands."

I smiled. "What is the creature?" I asked again. "Where originates
such a breed?"

"He is only a Kalkar," replied Okonnor, "but even a greater
monstrosity than his fellows. He was born in The Capitol of ordinary
Kalkar parents, they say, and early developed a lust for blood that
has increased with the passing years. He boasts yet of his first
murder-he killed his mother when he was ten."

I shuddered. "And it is into the hands of such that a daughter of
the Or-tis has fallen," I said, "and you, an American, aided in her

He looked at me in startled surprise. "The daughter of an Or-tis?"
he cried.

"Of the Or-tis," I repeated.

"I did not know," he said. "I was not close to her at any time and
thought that she was but a Kalkar woman. Some of them are small, you
know-the half-breeds."

"What are you going to do? Can you save her?" I demanded.

A white flame seemed to illumine his face. He drew his knife and
cut the bonds that held my arms behind me.

"Hide here among the trees," he said, "and watch for Raban until I
return. It will be after dark, but I will bring help. This valley is
almost exclusively peopled by those who have refused to intermarry
with the Kalkars and have brought down their strain unsullied from
ancient times. There are almost a thousand fighting men of pure Yank
blood within its confines. I should be able to gather enough to put
an end to Raban for all time, and if the danger of a daughter of
Or-tis cannot move them from their shame and cowardice they are
hopeless indeed."

He mounted his horse. "Quick!" he cried. "Get among the

"Where is my horse?" I called as he was riding away. "He was not

"No," he called back, "he ran off when you fell. We did not try to
catch him." A moment later he disappeared around the west end of the
hill and I entered the miniature forest that clothed it. Through the
gloom of my sorrow broke one ray of happiness-Red Lightning

About me grew ancient trees of enormous size with boles of five to
six feet in diameter and their upper foliage waving a hundred and
more feet above my head. Their branches excluded the sun where they
grew thickest and beneath them baby trees struggled for existence in
the wan light, or hoary monsters, long fallen, lay embedded in leaf
mould marking the spot where some long dead ancient set out a tiny
seedling that was to outlive all his kind.

It was a wonderful place in which to hide, although hiding is an
accomplishment that we Julians have little training in and less
stomach for. However, in this instance it was in a worthy cause-a
Julian hiding from a Kalkar in the hope of aiding an Or-tis! Ghosts
of nineteen Julians! to what had I, Julian 20th, brought my proud

And yet I could not be ashamed. There was something stubbornly
waging war against all my inherited scruples and I knew that it was
going to win-had already won. I would have sold my soul for this
daughter of my enemy.

I made my way up the hill toward the ruined tent, but at the
summit the shrubbery was so dense that I could see nothing. Rose
bushes fifteen feet high and growing as thickly together as a wall
hid everything from my sight. I could not even penetrate them.

Near me was a mighty tree with a strange, feathery foliage. It was
such a tree as I had never seen before, but that fact did not
interest me so much as the discovery that it might be climbed to a
point that would permit me to see above the tops of the rose

What I saw included two stone tents, not so badly ruined as most
of those one comes across, and between them a pool of water-an
artificial pool of straight lines. Some fallen columns of stone lay
about it and the vines and creepers fell over its edge into the
water, almost concealing the stone rim.

As I watched a group of men came from the ruin to the east through
a great archway, the coping of which had fallen away. They were all
Kalkars, and among them was Raban. I had my first opportunity to view
him closely.

He was a most repulsive appearing creature. His great size might
easily have struck with awe the boldest heart, for he stood a full
nine feet in height and was very large in proportion about the
shoulders, chest and limbs. His forehead was so retreating that one
might with truth say he had none, his thick thatch of stiffly erect
hair almost meeting his shaggy eyebrows.

His eyes were small and set close to a coarse nose, and all his
countenance was bestial. I had not dreamed that a man's face could be
so repulsive. His whiskers appeared to grow in all directions and
proclaimed, at best, but hearsay evidence of combing.

He was speaking to that one of my captors who had left me at the
foot of the hill to apprise Raban of my taking-that fellow who struck
me in the face while my hands were bound and whose name was Tav. The
giant spoke in a roaring, bull-like voice which I thought at the time
was, like his swaggering walk and his braggadocio, but a pose to
strike terror in those about him.

I could not look at the creature and believe that real courage lay
within so vile a carcass. I have known many fearless men-The Vulture,
The Wolf, The Rock and hundreds like them-and in each courageousness
was reflected in some outward physical attribute of dignity and

"Fetch him!" he roared at Tav. "Fetch him! I will have his heart
for my supper," and after Tav had gone to fetch me the giant stood
there with his other followers, roaring and bellowing, and it always
was about himself and what he had done and what he would do. He
seemed to me an exaggeration of a type I had seen before, wherein
gestures simulate action, noise counterfeits courage, and craft
passes for brains.

The only impressive thing about him was his tremendous bulk, and
yet even that did not impress me greatly-I have known smaller men,
whom I respected, that filled me with far greater awe. I did not fear

I think only the ignorant could have feared him at all, and I did
not believe all the pother about his eating human flesh. I am of the
opinion that a man who really intended eating the heart of another
would say nothing about it.

Presently Tav came running back up the hill. He was much excited,
as I had known he would be.

"He is gone!" he cried to Raban. "They are both gone-Okonnor and
the Yank. Look!" he held out the thongs that had fastened my wrists.
"They have been cut. How could he cut them with his hands bound
behind him? That is what I want to know. How could he have done it?
He could not unless-"

"There must have been others with him," roared Raban. "They
followed and set him free, taking Okonnor captive."

"There were no others," insisted Tav.

"Perhaps Okonnor freed him," suggested another.

So obvious an explanation could not have originated in the pea
girth brain of Raban and so he said. "I knew it from the first-it was
Okonnor. With my own hands I shall tear out his liver and eat it for

Certain insects, toads and men make a lot of unnecessary noise,
but the vast majority of other animals pass through life in dignified
silence. It is our respect for these other animals that causes us to
take their names. Whoever heard a red hawk screeching his intentions
to the world? Silently he soars above the treetops and as silently he
swoops and strikes.


THROUGH THE conversation that I overheard between Raban and his
minions I learned that Bethelda was imprisoned in the westerly ruin,
but as Raban did not go thither during the afternoon I waited in the
hope that fortune would favor me with a better opportunity after dark
to attempt her liberation with less likelihood of interruption or
discovery than would have been possible during the day, when men and
women were constantly passing in and out of the easterly tent. There
was the chance, too, that Okonnor might return with help and I did
not want to do anything, while that hope remained that might
jeopardize Bethelda's chances for escape.

Night fell and yet there was no sign of Okonnor. Sounds of coarse
laughter came from the main ruin, and I could imagine that Raban and
his followers were at meat, washing down their food with the fiery
liquor of the Kalkars. There was no one in sight and so I determined
to come out of my concealment and investigate the structure in which
I believed Bethelda was imprisoned. If I could release her, well and
good; if not I could but wait for the return of Okonnor.

As I was about to descend from the tree there came down with the
wind from out of the canon to the south a familiar sound-the nicker
of my red stallion. It was music to my ears. I must answer it even
though I chanced arousing the suspicions of the Kalkars.

Just once my answering whistle arose sharp and clear above the
noises of the night. I do not think the Kalkars heard it-they were
making too much noise of their own within doors-but the eager whinny
that came thinly down the night wind told me that two fine, slim ears
had caught the familiar summons.

Instead of going at once to the westerly ruin I made my way down
the hill to meet Red Lightning, for I knew that he might mean, in the
end, success or failure for me-freedom or death for Bethelda.
Already, when I reached the foot of the declivity, I faintly heard
the pounding of his hoofs and, steadily increasing in volume, the
loved sound rolled swiftly out of the darkness toward me. The hoof
beats of running horses, the rolling of the war drums! What sweeter
music in all the world?

He saw me, of course, before I saw him, but he stopped in a cloud
of dust a few yards from me and sniffed the air. I whispered his name
and called him to me. Mincingly he came, stopping often, stretching
his long neck forward, poised, always, ready for instant flight.

A horse depends much upon his eyes and ears and nostrils, but he
is never so fully satisfied as when his soft, inquisitive muzzle has
nosed an object of suspicion. He snorted now, and then he touched my
cheek with his velvet lip and gave a great sigh and rubbed his head
against me, satisfied. I hid him beneath the trees at the foot of the
hill and bade him wait there in silence.

From the saddle I took the bow and some arrows and, following the
route that Tav had taken to the top of the hill, I avoided the hedge
of roses and came presently before the south archway of the ruin.
Beyond was a small central court with windows and doors opening upon
it. Light from flares burning in some of the rooms partly illuminated
the court, but most of it was in shadow.

I passed beneath the arch and to the far end of the enclosure,
where at my right, I saw a window and a door opening into two rooms
in which a number of Kalkars were eating and drinking at two long
tables. I could not see them all. If Raban was there he was not
within range of my vision.

It is always well to reconnoiter thoroughly before carrying out
any plan of action, and with this idea in mind I left the court by
the way I had entered and made my way to the east end of the
structure, intending to pass entirely around it and along the north
side to the westerly ruin, where I hoped to find Bethelda and devise
means for her rescue.

At the southeast corner of the ruin are three gigantic cypress
trees, growing so closely together as almost to resemble a single
huge tree, and as I paused an instant behind them to see what lay
before me, I saw a single Kalkar warrior come from the building and
walk out into the rank grass that grew knee high on a level space
before the structure.

I fitted an arrow to my bow. The fellow had that which I craved-a
sword. Could I drop him noiselessly? If he would turn I was sure of
it, and turn he did, as though impelled to it by my insistent wish.
His back was toward me.

I drew the shaft far back. The cord twanged as I released it, but
there was no other sound, except the muffled thud as the arrow
entered its victim's spine at the base of the brain. Mute, he died.
No other was around. I ran forward and removed his sword belt, to
which were attached both sword and knife.

As I arose and buckled the weapons about me I glanced into the
lighted room from which he had just come. It was the same that I had
seen from the court upon the other side and directly adjoining it was
the other room that I had seen. Now I could see all of them that I
had not seen before.

Raban was not there. Where was he? A cold terror ran suddenly
through me. Could it be that in the brief interval that had elapsed
while I went down to meet Red Lightning he had left the feast and
gone to the westerly ruin! I shuddered as I ran swiftly across the
front of the house and along the north side toward the other

I stopped before it and listened. I heard the sound of voices!
From whence came they? This was a peculiar structure, built upon a
downward sloping hill, with one floor on a level with the hilltop,
another above that level and a third below and behind the others.
Where the various entrances were and how to find the right one I did
not know.

From my hiding place in the tree I had seen that the front chamber
at the hilltop level was a single apartment with a cavernous entrance
that stretched the full width of the ruin, while upon the south side
and to the rear of this apartment were two doors, but where they led
to I could not guess.

It seemed best, however, to try these first and so I ran
immediately to them, and here the sounds of voices came more
distinctly to me, and now I recognized the roaring, bull-tones of

I tried the nearer door. It swung open, and before me a flight of
stairs descended and at the same time the voices came more loudly to
my ears-I had opened the right door. A dim light flickered below as
if coming from a chamber near the foot of the stairs.

These were but instantaneous impressions to which I gave no
conscious heed at the time, for almost as they flashed upon me I was
at the foot of the stairs looking into a large, high ceiled chamber
in which burned a single flare that but diffused the gloom
sufficiently for me to see the figure of Raban towering above that of
Bethelda whom he was dragging toward the doorway by her hair.

"An Or-tis!" he was bellowing. "An Or-tis! Who would have thought
that Raban would ever take the daughter of a Jemadar to be his woman?
Ah, you do not like the idea, eh? You might do worse, if you had a
choice, but you have none, for who is there to say no to Raban the

"The Red Hawk!" I said, stepping into the chamber.

The fellow wheeled and in the flickering light of the dim flare I
saw his red face go purple and from purple to white, or rather a
blotchy semblance of dirty yellow. Blood of my Fathers! How he
towered above me, a perfect mountain of flesh. I am six feet in
height and Raban must have been half again as tall, a good nine feet;
but I swear he appeared all of twenty and broad in proportion!

For a moment he stood in silence glaring at me as if overcome by
surprise, and then he thrust Bethelda aside and drawing his sword
advanced upon me, bellowing and roaring as was his wont for the
purpose, I presume, of terrifying me and, also, I could not help but
think, to attract fine attention and the aid of his fellows.

I came to meet him then and he appeared a mountain, so high he
loomed; but with all his size I did not feel the concern that I have
when meeting men of my own stature whose honor and courage merited my
respect. It is well that I had this attitude of mind to fortify me in
the impending duel, for, by the Flag, I needed whatever amount of
encouragement I might find in it.

The fellow's height and weight were sufficient to overcome a
mighty warrior had Raban been entirely wanting in skill, which he by
no means was. He wielded his great sword with a master hand, and
because of the very cowardice which I attributed to him, he fought
with a frenzy wrought by fear, as a cornered beast fights.

I needed all my skill and I doubt that that alone would have
availed me had it not been upborne and multiplied by love and the
necessity for protecting the object of my love. Ever was the presence
of Bethelda the Or-tis a spur and an inspiration. What blows I struck
I struck for her, what I parried it was as though I parried from her
soft skin.

As we closed he swung mightily at me a cut that would have severed
me in twain, but I parried and stooped beneath it at once. I found
his great legs unguarded before me and ran my sword through a thigh.
With a howl of pain, Raban leaped back, but I followed him with a jab
of my point that caught him just beneath the bottom of his iron vest
and punctured his belly.

At that he gave forth a horrible shriek, and although sorely
wounded began to wield his blade with a skill I had not dreamed lay
in him. It was with the utmost difficulty that I turned his heavy
sword and I saved myself as many times by the quickness of my feet as
by the facility of my blade.

And much do I owe, too, to the cleverness of Bethelda, who,
shortly after we crossed swords, had run to the great fireplace and
seized the flare from where it had reposed upon the stone shelf
above, and ever after had kept just behind my shoulder with it, so
that whatever advantage of light there might be lay with me. Her
position was a dangerous one and I begged her to put herself at a
safe distance, but she would not, and no more would she take
advantage of this opportunity to escape, although that, too, I urged
upon her.

Momentarily, I had expected to see Raban's men rushing into the
chamber, for I could not understand that his yells had not reached
every ear within a mile or more, and so I fought the more desperately
to be rid of him and on our way before they came. Raban, now panting
for breath, had none left with which to yell and I could see that
from exertion, terror and loss of blood he was weakening.

It was now that I heard the loud voices of men without and the
tramp of running feet. They were coming! I redoubled my efforts and
Raban his-I to kill, he to escape death until succor came. From a
score of wounds was he bleeding and I was sure that the thrust in his
abdomen alone must prove fatal; but still he clung to life
tenaciously, and fought with a froth of blood upon his lips from a
punctured throat.

He stumbled and went to one knee, and as he staggered to arise I
thought that I had him, but then we heard the hurrying feet of men
descending the stairs. Instantly Bethelda hurled the flare to the
floor, leaving us in utter darkness.

"Come!" she whispered, laying a hand upon my arm. "There will be
too many now-we must escape as they enter or we are both indeed

The warriors were cursing at the doorway now and calling for

"Who hides within?" shouted one. "Stand forth, a prisoner! We are
a hundred blades."

Bethelda and I edged nearer the doorway, hoping to pass out among
them before a light was made. From the center of the room came a deep
groan from where I had left Raban, followed by a scuffling noise upon
the floor and a strange gurgling. I came to the doorway, leading
Bethelda by the hand. I found it impassable, choked with men.

"Aside!" I said. "I will fetch a light."

A sword point was shoved against my belly. "Back!" warned a voice
behind the point. "We will have a look at you before you pass-another
is bringing a light."

I stepped back and crossed my sword with his. Perhaps I could hew
my way to freedom with Bethelda in the confusion of the darkness. It
seemed our only hope, for to be caught by Raban's minions now after
the hurts I had inflicted upon him would mean sure death for me and
worse for Bethelda.

By the feel of our steel we fenced in the dark, but I could not
reach him, nor he me, although I felt that he was a master swordsman.
I thought that I was gaining an advantage when I saw the flicker of a
light coming from the doorway at the head of the stairs. Some one was
coming with a flare. I redoubled my efforts, but to no avail.

And then the light came and as it fell upon the warriors in the
doorway I stepped back, astounded, and dropped my point. The light
that revealed them illumined my own face and at sight of it my
antagonist voice a cry of joy.

"Red Hawk!" he cried; and seized me by the shoulder. It was the
Vulture, my brother, and with him were the Rattlesnake and a hundred
warriors of our own beloved clans. Other lights were brought and I
saw Okonnor and a host of strange warriors in Kalkar trappings
pushing down the stairway with my own, nor did they raise swords
against one another.

Okonnor pointed toward the center of the chamber and we looked,
and there lay Raban the Giant, dead.

"The Red Hawk, Julian 20th," he said, turning to those crowding
into the chamber behind him, "Great Chief of the Tribe of Julians-our

"And Jemadar of all America!" cried another voice and the
warriors, crowding into the room, raised their swords and their
hoarse voices in acclamation. And he who had named me thus pushed
past them and faced me, and I saw what he was no other than the true
Or-tis with whom I had been imprisoned in the Capitol and with whom I
had escaped. He saw Bethelda and rushed forward and took her in his
arms, and for a moment I was jealous, forgetting that he was her

"And how has all this happened," I asked, "that Or-tis and Julian
come here together in peace?"

"Listen," said my brother, "before you pass judgment upon us. Long
has run the feud between Julian and Or-tis for the crime of a man
dead now hundreds of years. Few enough are the Americans of pure
blood that they should be separated by hate when they would come
together in friendship.

"Came the Or-tis to us after escaping the Kalkars and told of your
escape and of the wish of his father that peace be made between us,
and he offered to lead us against the Kalkars by ways that we did not
know, and the Wolf took council with me and there was also the Rock,
the Rattlesnake and the Coyote, with every other chief who was at the
front, and in your absence I dissolved the feud that has lain between
us and the chiefs applauded my decision.

"Then, guided by the Or-tis we entered the Capitol and drove the
Kalkars before us. Great are their numbers, but they have not the
Flag with them and eventually they must fall.

"Then," he continued, "came word, brought by the little Nipons of
the hills, that you were in the mountains near the tent of Raban the
Giant and we came to find you, and on the way we met Okonnor with
many warriors and glad were they of the peace that had been made and
we joined with them who were also riding against Raban to rescue the
sister of the Or-tis. And we are here awaiting the word of the Great
Chief. If it is for peace between the Julian and the Or-tis, we are
glad; if it is for war our swords are ready."

"It is for peace, ever," I replied, and the Or-tis came and knelt
at my feet and took my hand in his.

"Before my people," he said very simply, "I swear allegiance to
Julian 20th, the Red Hawk, Jemadar of America."


THERE WAS still much fighting to be done, for although we had
driven the Kalkars from the Capitol they held the country to the
south and west and we could not be satisfied until we had driven them
into the sea, and so we prepared to ride to the front again that very
night, but before we left I wanted a word with Bethelda who was to
remain here with a proper retinue and a sufficient guard in the home
of her people.

Leading Red Lightning, I searched about the grounds around the
ruins and at last I came upon her beneath a great oak tree that grew
at the northwest corner of the structure, its mighty limbs
outspreading above the ruin. She was alone and I came and stood
beside her.

"I am going now," I said, "to drive your enemies and mine into the
sea. I have come to say good-by."

"Good-by, Julian." She held out her hand to me.

I had come full of brave words and a mighty resolve, but when I
took that slim and tender hand in mine I could but stand there mute
and trembling. I, Julian 20th, the Red Hawk, for the first time in
all my life knew fear. A Julian quailed before an Or-tis!

For a full minute I stood there trying to speak and could not, and
then I dropped to my knees at the feet of my enemy and with my lips
against her fair hand I murmured what I had been too great a coward
to look into her eyes and say: "I love you!"

She raised me to my feet then and lifted her lips to mine and I
took her into my arms and covered her mouth with kisses; and thus
ended the ancient feud between Julian and Or-tis, that had endured
four hundred years and wrecked a world.

Two years later and we had driven the Kalkars into the sea, the
remnants of them flying westward in great canoes which they had built
and launched upon a beauteous bay a hundred miles or more south of
the Capitol.

The Rain Cloud said that if they were not overcome by storms and
waves they might sail on and on around the world and come again to
the eastern shores of America, but the rest of us knew that they
would sail to the edge of the earth and tumble off and that would be
the end of them.

We live in such peace now that it is difficult to find an enemy
upon whom to try one's lance, but I do not mind much, since my time
is taken with the care of my flocks and herds, the business of my
people and the training of Julian 21st, the son of a Julian and an
Or-tis, who will one day be Jemadar of all America over which, once
more, there flies but a single flag--the Flag.


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