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〃e on！ Before they get over their panic！〃
Balthus felt the haft of an ax shoved into his hand。 Zogar Sag had disappeared。 Conan dragged Balthus after him until the youth's numb brain awoke； and his legs began to move of their own accord。 Then Conan released him and ran into the building where the skulls hung。 Balthus followed him。 He got a glimpse of a grim stone altar； faintly lighted by the glow outside； five human heads grinned on that altar； and there was a grisly familiarity about the features of the freshest； it was the head of the merchant Tiberias。 Behind the altar was an idol； dim； indistinct； bestial； yet vaguely man…like in outline。 Then fresh horror choked Balthus as the shape heaved up suddenly with a rattle of chains； lifting long misshapen arms in the gloom。
Conan's sword flailed down； crunching through flesh and bone； and then the Cimmerian was dragging Balthus around the altar； past a huddled shaggy bulk on the floor； to a door at the back of the long hut。 Through this they burst； out into the enclosure again。 But a few yards beyond them loomed the stockade。
It was dark behind the altar…hut。 The mad stampede of the Picts had not carried them in that direction。 At the wall Conan halted； gripped Balthus； and heaved him at arm's length into the air as he might have lifted a child。 Balthus grasped the points of the upright logs set in the sun…dried mud and scrambled up on them； ignoring the havoc done his skin。 He lowered a hand to the Cimmerian； when around a corner of the altar…hut sprang a fleeing Pict。 He halted short； glimpsing the man on the wall in the faint glow of the fires。 Conan hurled his ax with deadly aim； but the warrior's mouth was already open for a yell of warning； and it rang loud above the din； cut short as he dropped with a shattered skull。
Blinding terror had not submerged all ingrained instincts。 As that wild yell rose above the clamor； there was an instant's lull； and then a hundred throats bayed ferocious answer and warriors came leaping to repel the attack presaged by the warning。
Conan leaped high； caught； not Balthus' hand but his arm near the shoulder； and swung himself up。 Balthus set his teeth against the strain； and then the Cimmerian was on the wall beside him； and the fugitives dropped down on the other side。
5。 The Children of Jhebbal Sag
〃Which way is the river？〃 Balthus was confused。
〃We don't dare try for the river now；〃 grunted Conan。 〃The woods between the village and the river are swarming with warriors。 e on！ We'll head in the last direction they'll expect us to go…west！〃
Looking back as they entered the thick growth； Balthus beheld the wall dotted with black heads as the savages peered over。 The Picts were bewildered。 They had not gained the wall in time to see the fugitives take cover。 They had rushed to the wall expecting to repel an attack in force。 They had seen the body of the dead warrior。 But no enemy was in sight。
Balthus realized that they did not yet know their prisoner had escaped。 From other sounds he believed that the warriors； directed by the shrill voice of Zogar Sag； were destroying the wounded serpent with arrows。 The monster was out of the shaman's control。 A moment later the quality of the yells was altered。 Screeches of rage rose in the night。
Conan laughed grimly。 He was leading Balthus along a narrow trail that ran west under the black branches； stepping as swiftly and surely as if he trod a well…lighted thoroughfare。 Balthus stumbled after him； guiding himself by feeling the dense wall on either hand。
〃They'll be after us now。 Zogar's discovered you're gone； and he knows my head wasn't in the pile before the altar…hut。 The dog！ If I'd had another spear I'd have thrown it through him before I struck the snake。 Keep to the trail。 They can't track us by torchlight； and there are a score of paths leading from the village。 They'll follow those leading to the river first…throw a cordon of warriors for miles along the bank； expecting us to try to break through。 We won't take to the woods until we have to。 We can make better time on this trail。 Now buckle down to it and run was you never ran before。〃
〃They got over their panic cursed quick！〃 panted Balthus； plying with a fresh burst of speed。
〃They're not afraid of anything； very long；〃 grunted Conan。
For a space nothing was said between them。 The fugitives devoted all their attention to covering distance。 They were plunging deeper and deeper into the wilderness and getting farther away from civilization at every step； but Balthus did not question Conan〃s wisdom。 The Cimmerian presently took time to grunt： 〃When we're far enough away from the village we'll swing back to the river in a big circle。 No other village within miles of Gwawela。 All the Picts are gathered in that vicinity。 We'll circle wide around them。 They can't track us until daylight。 They'll pick up our path then； but before dawn we'll leave the trail and take to the woods。〃
They plunged on。 The yells died out behind them。 Balthus' breath was whistling through his teeth。 He felt a pain in his side； and running became torture。 He blundered against the bushes on each side of the trail。 Conan pulled up suddenly； turned and stared back down the dim path。
Somewhere the moon was rising； a dim white glow amidst a tangle of branches。
〃Shall we take to the woods？〃 panted Balthus。
〃Give me your ax；〃 murmured Conan softly。 〃Something is close behind us。〃
〃Then we'd better leave the trail！〃 exclaimed Balthus。 Conan shook his head and drew his panion into a dense thicket。 The moon rose higher； making a dim light in the path。
〃We can't fight the whole tribe！〃 whispered Balthus。
〃No human being could have found our trail so quickly； or followed us so swiftly；〃 muttered Conan。 〃Keep silent。〃
There followed a tense silence in which Balthus felt that his heart could be heard pounding for miles away。 Then abruptly； without a sound to announce its ing； a savage head appeared in the dim path。 Balthus' heart jumped into his throat； at first glance he feared to look upon the awful head of the saber…tooth。 But this head was smaller； more narrow； it was a leopard which stood there； snarling silently and glaring down the trail。 What wind there was was blowing toward the hiding men； concealing their scent。 The beast lowered his head and snuffed the trail； then moved forward uncertainly。 A chill played down Balthus' spine。 The brute was undoubtedly trailing them。
And it was suspicious。 It lifted its head； its eyes glowing like balls of fire； and growled low in its throat。 And at that instant Conan hurled the ax。
All the weight of arm and shoulder was behind the throw； and the ax was a streak of silver in the dim moon。 Almost before he realized what had happened； Balthus saw the leopard rolling on the ground in its death…throes； the handle of the ax standing up from its head。 The head of the weapon had split its narrow skull。
Conan bounded from the bushes； wrenched his ax free and dragged the limp body in among the trees； concealing it from the casual glance。
〃Now let's go； and go fast！〃 he grunted； leading the way southward； away from the trail。 〃There'll be warriors ing after that cat。 As soon as he got his wits back Zogar sent him after us。 The Picts would follow him； but he'd leave them far behind。 He'd circle the village until he hit our trail and then e after us like a streak。 They couldn't keep up with him； but they'll have an idea as to our general direction。 They'd follow； listening for his cry。 Well； they won't hear that； but they'll find the blood on the trail； and look around and find the body in the brush。 They'll pick up our spoor there； if they can。 Walk with care。〃
He avoided clinging briars and low…hanging branches effortlessly； gliding between trees without touching the stems and always planting his feet in the places calculated to show least evidence of his passing； but with Balthus it was slower； more laborious work。
No sound came from behind them。 They had covered more than a mile when Balthus said： 〃Does Zogar Sag catch leopard…cubs and train them for bloodhounds？〃
Conan shook his head。 〃