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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <strong>THE</strong> O<strong>THE</strong>R <strong>WORLD</strong> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br />
their snail-pace way—Doc walked over to his<br />
equipment case which Aulf had appropriated.<br />
He also took possession of Aulf’s pile<br />
of animals, and picking them up one at a<br />
time, began tossing them among the crowd<br />
of cavern men. The offerings were seized<br />
with pleased grunts, proving the donation<br />
was a good idea.<br />
Doc then opened his equipment<br />
case. Aulf had not succeeded in opening the<br />
thing, the matter of the lock having defied his<br />
simple mind.<br />
Inside the case was a portable radio<br />
transmitter-receiver, and some other articles,<br />
among which was a box of ordinary safety<br />
matches.<br />
Doc put the matches in his mouth,<br />
being sure he was not noticed. Then he went<br />
out and <strong>co</strong>nfronted the dubious cavern men.<br />
He performed some preliminary chest<br />
beating and handsprings, largely to get<br />
attention.<br />
Then he took a match out of the box<br />
in his mouth and struck it, exhibiting the<br />
flame.<br />
Results of the performance were<br />
entirely satisfactory. Three cavern men lost<br />
their nerve and ran.<br />
Doc returned to the mouth of the<br />
slave cave and helped Lanta out.<br />
“You speak their language?” he<br />
asked.<br />
“A little. It is mostly grunts and<br />
barks.”<br />
“Do they believe in any kind of a<br />
deity?” Doc asked.<br />
“Only in an evil spirit. They blame<br />
him for all their bad luck.”<br />
“Tell them,” Doc said, “that I’m him—<br />
the evil spirit. Tell them they are going to<br />
have some very bad luck indeed if they mess<br />
with me.”<br />
Lanta spoke—her voice was<br />
pleasant even when delivering the<br />
remarkable <strong>co</strong>nglomerate of noises that was<br />
the cavern-man language—and <strong>co</strong>nveyed<br />
the idea. She got an answer.<br />
“They say,” she translated, “that they<br />
will all get clubs and beat you to death if you<br />
do not leave.”<br />
“That’s not so good.” The bronze<br />
man pondered. “Tell them,” he suggested,<br />
“that I will go away peacefully if they give me<br />
an offering. I want all the slaves they have.”<br />
The girl <strong>co</strong>nveyed this news, and<br />
was answered.<br />
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“They don’t like the idea of losing the<br />
slaves,” she said. “They want to know what<br />
need you have for slaves.”<br />
“Tell them I don’t like to walk. I want<br />
the slaves to carry me.”<br />
While Lanta was explaining this, Doc<br />
Savage got a smoke grenade out of the<br />
equipment case. There were a few of these,<br />
quite useless as weapons—the case, in fact,<br />
<strong>co</strong>ntained nothing that was of any value as a<br />
weapon—and he thought now would be a<br />
good time to use one.<br />
He let the grenade ripen at his feet,<br />
let the cloud of intense black smoke <strong>co</strong>me up<br />
and envelop him in what must have been<br />
quite a spectacular effect.<br />
“Tell them,” he called, “that from<br />
smoke I shall be<strong>co</strong>me a great fire and<br />
<strong>co</strong>nsume them if they do not listen to<br />
reason.”<br />
That did the trick.<br />
“All right,” the girl said. “They will let<br />
you take all the slaves with you.”<br />
<strong>THE</strong> bronze man put a question that<br />
was more serious. “Now that we’re going to<br />
get free, do you think we can make it back to<br />
your tribe?”<br />
The girl hesitated. “It is a terrible<br />
journey.”<br />
“Far?”<br />
“Not very. But it is through the jungle<br />
where the monsters are the largest and most<br />
terrible. It will take many days—and probably<br />
many lives.”<br />
Doc Savage nodded slowly. He was<br />
thinking of his men, Monk and Ham and the<br />
others, who must be wandering around<br />
somewhere in the arctic vastness, wondering<br />
what had happened to him. They were in the<br />
other plane—they might be able to fly down<br />
through the crevasse into the fantastic lost<br />
world.<br />
Purposely Doc had refrained from<br />
any effort to <strong>co</strong>mmunicate with his men. That<br />
was because of the danger involved in any<br />
attempt to enter the crevasse. When the<br />
bronze man had <strong>co</strong>me in, Decimo Tercio had<br />
guided the plane.<br />
But it began to seem that <strong>co</strong>ping with<br />
the situation here was going to be more than<br />
a one-man job.<br />
He got the portable radio out of the<br />
case and moved outside.<br />
Considering the extreme power of<br />
the little radio—it was capable of