CHAPTER XIII

_Happy Valley_

"Towahg!" Chet marveled; "you little devil! It's you who has been

following us all this time!"

"I wish he hadn't been so bashful," Harkness added. "If he had come out

and showed himself he would have saved us a lot of trouble." But

Harkness stepped forward and patted the black shoulder that quivered

with joy beneath his touch. "Good boy, Towahg!" he told the grinning

ape-man.

Monkey-like, Towahg had to imitate, and this time he gave a reproduction

of his own acts. He wriggled toward the entrance of the passage, peered

around the edge, and seemed to see something that made him draw back.

Then he fitted an arrow to his bow and springing upright, let it fly.

So realistic was the performance that Chet actually expected to see

another enemy transfixed, but the squat figure of Towahg was doing a

dance of victory beside the prostrate figure of the first and only

victim. Chet reached out with one long arm and swung the exulting savage

about. He heard Herr Kreiss expressing his opinion in accents of

disgust.

"Ugly little beast!" Kreiss was saying. "And murderous!"

There was no time to lose: the sound of scrambling bodies was coming

nearer from the dark pit beyond. Yet, even then, Chet found an instant

to defend the black.

"Damned lucky for us that he is a murderer!" he told Kreiss. Then to

Towahg:

"Listen, you little imp of hell! You don't know more than ten words, but

get this!"

Chet was standing where the Earth-light struck upon him; he pointed into

the dark where the sounds of pursuit grew loud, and he shook his head

and screwed his features into an expression that was supposed to depict

fear. "No! No!" he said.

He dragged the savage forward and pointed cautiously to the milling

horde below, and repeated, "No! No!" Then he included them all in a wave

of his hand and pointed back and out into the night. And Towahg's

unlovely features were again twisted into what was for him a smile, as

he grunted some unintelligible syllables and motioned them to follow.

* * * * *

It had taken but an instant. Towahg was scurrying in advance; he sped

like a shadow of a passing cloud, and behind him the others followed,

crouching low in the shelter of the deep-cut step. No figures were below

them at the rear of the pyramid, and Chet reached for one of Diane's

arms, while Harkness took the other. Between them they held her from

falling while they followed the dark blur that was Towahg leaping

noiselessly down the long slope.

No time for caution now. The savage ahead of them leaped silently; his

flying feet hardly disturbed a stone. But beneath them, Chet felt a

small landslide of rubble that came with them in their flight. And above

the noise of their going came a sound that sped them on--the rising

shout of wonder from the unseen multitude in front, and a chorus of

animal cries from the pyramid's top.

Chet saw a blot of black figures at the top of the slope just as they

felt firm ground beneath their feet. They followed where Towahg led in a

swift race across the open arena toward the great steps at the rear.

Black and white in strongly contrasting bands, the rock reared itself in

a barrier that, to Chet, seemed hopelessly unsurmountable. He felt that

they had come to the end of their tether.

"Trapped!" he told himself, and wondered at Towahg's leading them into

such a cul-de-sac, even while he knew that retreat in other directions

was cut off. The pursuit was gaining on them; savages from beyond the

pyramid had sighted them now in the full light of Earth, and their

yelping cry came mingled with hoarse growls as the full pack took the

trail. Ahead of them, Towahg, reaching the base of the first white step,

was dancing with excitement beside a narrow cleft in the rocks. He led

the way through the small passage. And Harkness, bringing up the rear,

took the detonite pistol in his hand.

"One shell! We'll have to waste it!" he said, and raised the weapon.

Its own explosion was slight, but the sound of the bursting cartridge

when its grain of detonite struck the rocks made a thunderous noise as

it echoed between the narrow walls.

"That will check the pursuit," Harkness exulted; "that will make them

stop and think it over."

* * * * *

It was another hour before Towahg slackened his pace. He had led them

through jungle that to them seemed impassable; had shown them the hidden

trails and warned them against spiked plants whose darts were needle

sharp. At last he led them to a splashing stream where they followed him

through the trackless water for a mile or more.

The mountain with the white scar was their beacon. Harkness pointed it

out to their guide and made him understand that that was where they

would go.

And, when night was gone, and the first rays of the rising sun made a

quickly changing kaleidoscope of the colorful east, they came at last to

a barren height. Behind them was a maze of valleys and rolling hills;

beyond these was a place of smoke, where red fires shone pale in the

early light, and set off at one side was a shape whose cylindrical

outline could be plainly seen. It caught the first light of the sun to

reflect it in sparkling lines and glittering points, and every

reflection came back to them tinged with pale green, by which they knew

that the gas was still there.

Chet turned from a prospect that could only be depressing. His muscles

were heavy with the poisons of utter fatigue; the others must be the

same, but for the present they were safe, and they could find some

position that they could defend. Towahg would be a valuable ally. And

now their lives were ahead of them--lives of loneliness, of exile.

* * * * *

Harkness, too, had been staring back toward that ship that was their

only link with their lost world; his eyes met Chet's in an exchange of

glances that showed how similar were their thoughts. And then, at sound

of a glad laugh from Diane, their looks of despair gave place to

something more like shame, and Chet shifted his own eyes quickly away.

"It is beautiful, Walter," Diane was saying: "the lovely valley, the

lake, the three mountain peaks like sentinels. It is marvelous. And we

will be happy there, all of us, I know it.... Happy Valley. There--I've

named it! Do you like the name, Walter?"

And Chet saw Harkness' reply in a quick pressure of his hand on one of

Diane's. And he knew why Walt looked suddenly away without giving her an

answer in words.

"Happy Valley!" Diane of all the four had shown the ability to rise

above desperate physical weariness, above a despondent mood, to dare

look ahead instead of backward and to find hope for happiness in the

prospect.

Off at one side, Chet saw Kreiss; the scientist's weariness was

forgotten while he ran like a puppy after a bird, in pursuit of a

floating butterfly that drifted like a wind-blown flower. And Harkness,

unspeaking, was still clinging to Diane's firm hand.... Yes, thought

Chet, there was happiness to be found here. For himself, it would be

more than a little lonesome. But, he reflected, what happiness was there

in any place or thing more than the happiness we put there for

ourselves?... Happy Valley--and why not? He dared to meet the girl's

eyes now, and the smile on his lips spread to his own eyes, as he echoed

his thoughts:

"Why not?" he asked. "Happy Valley it is; we just didn't recognize it at

first."

* * * * *

They came to the lake at last; its sparkling blue had drawn them from

afar off: it was still lovelier as they came near. Here was the same

steady west wind that had driven the gas upon their ship. But here it

ruffled the velvet of waving grasses that swept down to the margin of

the lake. There was a higher knoll that rose sharply from the shore, and

back of all were forests of white-trunked trees.

Chet had seen none of the crimson buds, nor threatening tendrils since

entering the valley. And Towahg confirmed his estimate of the valley's

safety. He waved one naked arm in an all-inclusive gesture, and he drew

upon his limited vocabulary to tell them of this place.

"Good!" he said, and waved his arm again. "Good! Good!"

"Towahg, you're a silver-tongued orator," Chet told him: "no one could

have described it better. You're darned right; it's good."

He raised his head to take a deep breath of the fragrant air; it was

intoxicating with its blending of spicy odors. At his feet the water

made emerald waves, where the clear, deep blue of the reflected sky

merged with yellow sand. Fish darted through the deeper pools where the

beach shelved off, and above them the air held flashing colorful things

that circled and skimmed above the waves.

The rippling grass was so green, the sky and lake so intense a blue, and

one mountainous mass of cloud shone in a white too blinding to be borne.

And over it all flowed the warm, soft air that seemed vibrant with a

life-force pulsing strongly through this virgin world.

Diane called from where she and Harkness had wandered through the lush

grass. Kreiss had thrown himself upon a strip of warm sand and was

oblivious to the beauties that surrounded him. Towahg was squatted like

a half-human frog, binding new heads on his arrows.

"Chet," she called, "come over here and help me to exclaim over this

beautiful place. Walter talks only of building a house and arranging a

place that we can defend. He is so very practical."

"Practical!" exclaimed Chet. "Why, Walt's a dreamer and a poet compared

to me. I'm thinking of food. Hey, Towahg," he called to the black,

"let's eat!" He amplified this with unmistakable pointings at his mouth

and suggestive rubbing of his stomach, and Towahg started off at a run

toward trees that were heavy with strange fruit.

* * * * *

By night there were unmistakable signs that the hand of man had been at

work. A band of savages would have accepted the place as they found it;

for them the shelter of a rock would have sufficed. They would have

passed on to other hunting grounds and only a handful of ashes and a

broken branch, perhaps, would have marked where they had been. But your

civilized man is never satisfied.

Along the mile of shore was open ground. Here the trees approached the

water: again their solid rampart of ghostly trunks was held back some

hundreds of yards. And the open ground was vividly green where the soft

grass waved; and it was matted, too, with crimson and gold of countless

flowers. A beautiful carpet, flung down by the edge of a crystal lake,

and the flowered covering swept up and over the one high knoll that

touched the shore.... And on the knoll, near an outcrop of limestone

rocks, was a house.

"Not exactly pretentious," Chet had admitted, "but we'll do better later

on."

"It will keep Diane under cover," argued Harkness; "these leaves are

like leather."

He helped Diane put another strip of leaf in place on the roof; a twist

of green vine tied around the stem held it loosely.

The leaves were huge, as much as ten feet in diameter: great circles of

leathery green that they cut with a pocket knife and "tailored" as Diane

called it to fit the rough framework of the hut. Towahg had found them

and had given them a name that they did not trouble to learn. "Towahg's

grunts sound so much alike," Diane complained smilingly. "He seems to

know his natural history, but he is difficult to understand."

* * * * *

But Towahg proved a valuable man. He cracked two round stones together,

and cleaved off one to a rounded edge. He bound this with withes to a

short stick and in a few minutes had a serviceable stone ax that bit

into slender saplings that were needed for a framework.

Chet nodded his head to call Kreiss' attention to that. "Herr Doktor,"

he said, "it isn't every scientist who has the chance to see a close-up

of the stone age."

But Herr Kreiss, as Chet told Harkness later, did not seem to "snuggle

up nice and friendly" to the grinning savage. "He is armed better than

we," Kreiss complained. "I do not trust him. It is an impossible

situation, this, that civilized men should be dependent upon one so

savage. For what is our _kultur_, our great advancement in all lines of

mental endeavor, if at the last, when tested by nature, we must rely

upon such assistance?"

Chet saw Herr Doktor Kreiss draw himself aloof with meticulous care as

Towahg dashed by, and it occurred to him that perhaps it was as well for

Kreiss that the black one knew so little of what was said.

But aloud he merely said: "You'll have lots of chances to use that

mental endeavor stuff later on, Doctor. But right now what we need to

know is how to get by without any of your laboratories, without text

books or tools, with just our bare hands and with brains that are geared

up to the civilization you mention and don't do us a whole lot of good

here. Better let Towahg show us what he knows."

But Herr Kreiss only shrugged his thin shoulders and wandered off

through this research-man's paradise, where every flower and insect and

stone were calling to him. Chet envied the equanimity with which the man

had accepted his lot, had come to this place and was prepared to spend

his remaining years collecting scientific data that were to him

all-important.

* * * * *

Again the sun sank swiftly. But this time, Chet stretched himself

luxuriously upon the matted grass and turned to stare at the little fire

that burned before the entrance of Diane's shelter. His pocket fireflash

had kindled some dry sticks that burned without smoke.

"We will be a little careful about smoke," Harkness had warned them all.

"No use of broadcasting the news of our being here. We have come a long

way and I think there is small chance of Schwartzmann's party or the

savages finding us in this spot."

Beyond the fire, Harkness raised himself now to sit erect and glance

about the circle of fire-lit faces. "There's plenty of planning to be

done," he said. "There is the matter of defense; we must build a

barricade of some sort. As for shelter, we must remember that we will be

here a long time and that we might as well face it. We will need to

build some serviceable shelters. Then, what about clothes? These we are

wearing are none the better for the trip through the jungle: they won't

last forever. We've got to learn--Lord! we've got to learn so many

things!"

And the first of many councils was begun.