CHAPTER IX
THE SEEKER
WHEN the old man saw what had happened he ran forward and grasped Nadara by the wrist.
“Quick!” he cried—“quick, my daughter! You have killed him who would have saved you, and now nothing but flight may keep Korth from having his way with you.”
As in a trance the girl turned and departed with him.
They had scarcely disappeared within the underbrush when Waldo returned to consciousness, so slight had been the effect of the blow upon his head.
To his surprise he found the cave man lying very still beside him, but an instant later he read the reason for it in the little projecting ridge of rock upon which lay his foe’s forehead—in falling the savage man had struck thus and lost consciousness.
Almost immediately the hairy one opened his eyes, but before he could gather his scattered senses sinewy fingers found his throat, and he lapsed once more into oblivion—from which there was no awakening.
As Waldo staggered to his feet he saw that the
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