also Jemchug, the red-faced warrior whose massive body was covered with a loose tunic of Mongolian tiger?
Was there treachery in his army?
"Ho!" he shouted. "My trusty sword!"
And with a splendid gesture he picked up a light rattan cane which was leaning peacefully in a corner of his room.
Professor Barker Harrison, wild-eyed, bare-headed, his right hand tightly clutching the cane, rushed down the stairs and out of the house. He cleared the front step in one bound. It was late at night; it was lucky for him that the neighborhood was asleep and that nobody saw his martial exit.
On Cedar Street he had his first encounter with the enemy. He was swinging his cane in the air, chanting at the same time another song of triumph:
"I am the Chief of the Far Tribes!
Raw horse-flesh is my food!
Curdled milk is my drink!
I bathe my mighty limbs in the blood of my enemies!"He made a stabbing motion with his rattan cane,
