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It
was
inevitable
that
Red
-
Eye
should
win
in
the
struggle
against
the
two
of
us
.
The
reason
he
did
not
finish
us
off
immediately
was
that
the
Swift
One
clogged
his
movements
.
She
had
regained
her
breath
and
was
beginning
to
resist
.
He
would
not
release
his
clutch
on
her
hair
,
and
this
handicapped
him
.
He
got
a
grip
on
my
arm
.
It
was
the
beginning
of
the
end
for
me
.
He
began
to
draw
me
toward
him
into
a
position
where
he
could
sink
his
teeth
into
my
throat
.
His
mouth
was
open
,
and
he
was
grinning
.
And
yet
,
though
he
had
just
begun
to
exert
his
strength
,
in
that
moment
he
wrenched
my
shoulder
so
that
I
suffered
from
it
for
the
remainder
of
my
life
.
And
in
that
moment
something
happened
.
There
was
no
warning
.
A
great
body
smashed
down
upon
the
four
of
us
locked
together
.
We
were
driven
violently
apart
and
rolled
over
and
over
,
and
in
the
suddenness
of
surprise
we
released
our
holds
on
one
another
.
At
the
moment
of
the
shock
,
Big
-
Face
screamed
terribly
I
did
not
know
what
had
happened
,
though
I
smelled
tiger
and
caught
a
glimpse
of
striped
fur
as
I
sprang
for
a
tree
.
It
was
old
Saber
-
Tooth
.
Aroused
in
his
lair
by
the
noise
we
had
made
,
he
had
crept
upon
us
unnoticed
.
The
Swift
One
gained
the
next
tree
to
mine
,
and
I
immediately
joined
her
.
I
put
my
arms
around
her
and
held
her
close
to
me
while
she
whimpered
and
cried
softly
.
From
the
ground
came
a
snarling
,
and
crunching
of
bones
.
It
was
Saber
-
Tooth
making
his
supper
off
of
what
had
been
Big
-
Face
.
From
beyond
,
with
inflamed
rims
and
eyes
,
Red
-
Eye
peered
down
.
Here
was
a
monster
mightier
than
he
.
The
Swift
One
and
I
turned
and
went
away
quietly
through
the
trees
toward
the
cave
,
while
the
Folk
gathered
overhead
and
showered
down
abuse
and
twigs
and
branches
upon
their
ancient
enemy
.
He
lashed
his
tail
and
snarled
,
but
went
on
eating
.
And
in
such
fashion
were
we
saved
.
It
was
a
mere
accident
—
the
sheerest
accident
.
Else
would
I
have
died
,
there
in
Red
-
Eye
’
s
clutch
,
and
there
would
have
been
no
bridging
of
time
to
the
tune
of
a
thousand
centuries
down
to
a
progeny
that
reads
newspapers
and
rides
on
electric
cars
—
ay
,
and
that
writes
narratives
of
bygone
happenings
even
as
this
is
written
.
It
was
in
the
early
fall
of
the
following
year
that
it
happened
.
After
his
failure
to
get
the
Swift
One
,
Red
-
Eye
had
taken
another
wife
;
and
,
strange
to
relate
,
she
was
still
alive
.
Stranger
still
,
they
had
a
baby
several
months
old
—
Red
-
Eye
’
s
first
child
.
His
previous
wives
had
never
lived
long
enough
to
bear
him
children
.
The
year
had
gone
well
for
all
of
us
.
The
weather
had
been
exceptionally
mild
and
food
plentiful
.
I
remember
especially
the
turnips
of
that
year
.
The
nut
crop
was
also
very
heavy
,
and
the
wild
plums
were
larger
and
sweeter
than
usual
.
In
short
,
it
was
a
golden
year
.
And
then
it
happened
.
It
was
in
the
early
morning
,
and
we
were
surprised
in
our
caves
.
In
the
chill
gray
light
we
awoke
from
sleep
,
most
of
us
,
to
encounter
death
.
The
Swift
One
and
I
were
aroused
by
a
pandemonium
of
screeching
and
gibbering
.
Our
cave
was
the
highest
of
all
on
the
cliff
,
and
we
crept
to
the
mouth
and
peered
down
.
The
open
space
was
filled
with
the
Fire
People
.
Their
cries
and
yells
were
added
to
the
clamor
,
but
they
had
order
and
plan
,
while
we
Folk
had
none
.
Each
one
of
us
fought
and
acted
for
himself
,
and
no
one
of
us
knew
the
extent
of
the
calamity
that
was
befalling
us
.
By
the
time
we
got
to
stone
-
throwing
,
the
Fire
People
had
massed
thick
at
the
base
of
the
cliff
.
Our
first
volley
must
have
mashed
some
heads
,
for
when
they
swerved
back
from
the
cliff
three
of
their
number
were
left
upon
the
ground
.
These
were
struggling
and
floundering
,
and
one
was
trying
to
crawl
away
.
But
we
fixed
them
.
By
this
time
we
males
were
roaring
with
rage
,
and
we
rained
rocks
upon
the
three
men
that
were
down
.
Several
of
the
Fire
-
Men
returned
to
drag
them
into
safety
,
but
our
rocks
drove
the
rescuers
back
.
The
Fire
People
became
enraged
.
Also
,
they
became
cautious
.
In
spite
of
their
angry
yells
,
they
kept
at
a
distance
and
sent
flights
of
arrows
against
us
.
This
put
an
end
to
the
rock
-
throwing
.
By
the
time
half
a
dozen
of
us
had
been
killed
and
a
score
injured
,
the
rest
of
us
retreated
inside
our
caves
.
I
was
not
out
of
range
in
my
lofty
cave
,
but
the
distance
was
great
enough
to
spoil
effective
shooting
,
and
the
Fire
People
did
not
waste
many
arrows
on
me
.
Furthermore
,
I
was
curious
.
I
wanted
to
see
.
While
the
Swift
One
remained
well
inside
the
cave
,
trembling
with
fear
and
making
low
wailing
sounds
because
I
would
not
come
in
,
I
crouched
at
the
entrance
and
watched
.
