Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-03-15

confidence, for, to be perfectly candid, I
had not expected to survive the first rush
of that monstrous engine of ungoverned
rage and hatred. And think that Jubal,
from utter contempt of me. began to
change to feeling of respect, and then in
his primitive mind there evidently Ioomed
the thought that perhaps at last he had
met his master and was facing his end.
At any rate It is only upon this hy-
pothesis that 1 can account for his next
act, which was in the nature of a last re-
sort-a sort of forlorn hope, which could
only have been born Of the belief that II
he did not kill me quickly / should kill
him
1t happened on the occasion of his
fourth charge, when, instead of striking
at me with his knife he dropped that
weapon, and, SELLING my sword blade in
both hands, wrenched the weapon from
my grasp as easily as though 1 had been
n babe.
Flinging It far to one side he stood
motionless for just an instant, glaring into
my face with such horrid leer of ma
lignant triumph as to almost unnerve
me-then he sprang for me with his bare
hands.
But II was Jubal's day to learn new
methods of warfare. For the first time
he had seen a bow and arrows, never
btlOTb llldI uuel ilHu ne Denelu n SWORD,
and now he learned what a man who
knows may do with his bare fists.
AS he came for me, like a great bear,
ducked again beneath his outstretched
arm, and rs l came UP planted as clean
blow upon his jaw as ever you have
seen
Down went that great mountain of
flesh, sprawling upon the ground. He
was so surprised and dazed that he lay
there for several seconds before he made
any attempt to rise, and stood over him
with another dose ready when he should
gain his knees.
Up he came at last almost roaring in
his rage and modification; but he didn't
stay up. let him have a left fair on the
point of the Jaw that sent him tumbling
over on his back
BY this time I think Jubal had gone
mad with hate. for no sane man would
have come back for more as many times
as he did. Time after time I bowled him
over as fast as he could stagger up, un.
til toward the last he lay longer on the
ground between blows, and each time came
up weaker than before.
He was bleeding very profusely now
from the wound in his lungs, and present.
ly a terrible blow over the heart sent him
reeling heavily to the ground, where he
lay very still, and somehow 1 knew at
once that Jubal the Ugly One would never
get up again.
But even as looked upon that massive
body lying there so grim and terrible
in death l could not believe that /, single
handed, had bested this slayer of fearful
beasts-this gigantic orgre of the stone
age
Picking up the sword I leaned upon t.
looking down on the dead body OF my
foeman, and as I thought of the battle
1 had just fought and won a great idea
was born in my brain-the outcome OF
this and the suggestion that Perry had
made within the city of Phutra
If skill and science could render a com.
parative pygmy the master of this mighty
brute, what could not the brute's fellows
accomplish with the same skill and sci.
ence? Why, all Pellucdar would be al
their feet-and I should be their kim
and Dian their queen.
Dian!
A little wave of doubt swept over me
1t was quite within the possibilities OF
Dian to look down upon me even were
king. She was quite the most superio,