“Time passes and still your Lion Man does not come,” he fumed8. “I believe you lie when you say he will.”
“And I still say so,” replied the Muskman although in a less cocksure manner than formerly9, for he was beginning to feel grave doubts. “But the lad; does he not please you? Never have we fared so well as since he came here.”
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Totan gave his henchman a sour look. “Lad? Ugh; he does better than all the rest of you put together. But bah! why speak of him? I want none but his father the Lion Man, Weapon Maker10 or whatever else you choose to call him. I hunger to crush his bones.”
Gonch sensed the approaching storm. He grasped desperately11 at a straw. “Weapon Maker?” he whispered looking carefully around him as though he were about to impart some deep-dyed mystery. “You ask for him who makes the fine blades? Pst! he is here.”
“The Lion Man?” roared Totan, leaping to his feet and snatching at his club. “Where?”
“Son of the Lion Man, you mean,” corrected Gonch. “It is my little secret. He makes the fine weapons even better than his father. What a prize; a hunter and flint-worker, all in one.”
“Agh! the boy again,” howled the hetman in a great rage and then his curiosity got the better of him as Gonch hoped and half expected it would. “The boy a flint-worker?” he sneered12. “This is another of your lies; but you have said it and I will know the truth, even if I have to eat it out of you.”
“Try him,” said the Muskman much relieved that he had so neatly13 turned the trend of conversation. “I said and proved that he was the equal of our best hunters. I say and will prove that he is a skilled flint-worker. To-morrow he will begin making the fine blades.”
“And a sorry day it will be for you if he fails,” snarled14 the giant enraged15 at being so easily diverted from the main idea and yet not having wit enough to stick to it.
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And so the storm-clouds lifted temporarily, giving Gonch a chance to keep his hide on him and him in it. He sought Kutnar and said, “Those who do nothing, shall eat nothing. You idle too much. Now is the time for you to hammer and finish the fine flint weapons. You know how the work is done. We must have blades. Make them.”
And so more was required of him. Kutnar’s eyes glittered as he answered, “But there is no flint here. Blades cannot be made from nothing. Find me flint-lumps if you must have the tools.”
“Find them yourself,” snapped the Muskman irritated by the boy’s reply. “If you fail, I will see that you get no food.”
So Kutnar did as he was bidden or tried to at least. It was past mid-day and he would have welcomed a rest after his morning’s hunting trip. The blood was surging to his temples but the boy-mind still ruled and so he went down to the river bank to search the gravels16 for material on which to work. But he found only disappointment, for the waters were ice-bound, and even if flint-lumps were there, he could not reach them. He returned to Castillo just before nightfall, and of course he returned empty-handed. Gonch scolded him soundly, even as he trembled for his own safety at thought of what the morrow might bring when Totan learned of his failure. He jerked the boar-hide loose that Kutnar wore about his body and hissed17, “No food nor warmth either for him who does nothing. You shall pay by taking a turn at fire-watching to-night.[154] To-morrow will be your last chance. The blades we will and must have.” He would have said more but as he looked about him, he saw the giant hetman watching and beckoning18 him to come that way. Gonch went reluctantly, for he had a fair idea of what was in the chieftain’s mind.
“The boy pays small attention to your orders,” Totan said grimly when the two were together. “I believe that you have grown careless. He is a flint-worker but he works no flints. No doubt you lie when you say he does.”
“Blades cannot be made from nothing,” was the answer. “The lad cannot find the flint on which to work.”
This was in part, repeating Kutnar’s own words and the hetman’s reply was curiously19 enough word for word the same as Gonch had given the boy.
“Find them yourself,” was his gruff response. “I will have no excuses. The blades must be made or no one knows whom we will be eating next.” He leered so affectionately at Gonch that the latter felt cold chills creeping up his spine20. He determined21 for his own health he would accompany Kutnar on the morrow and help him find the flint-lumps. He could not hold Totan off forever, for the latter was already nearing the limit of his patience. “If Pic would only come, my troubles would be ended,” he thought. “These two giants would destroy each other, leaving me master beyond dispute.”
But Pic had not yet arrived and there seemed[155] small chance of his doing so in time to improve the situation. “To-morrow I will help the boy find the flint-lumps,” he assured his chief. “He dare not fail me this time. I will not let him out of my sight until he secures the material and begins to make the blades.”
Before curling up in his hide-wrapping, he gave Kutnar his parting instructions: “Watch the fire to-night. In the morning, you will join the hunters in search of game. This done, we will go forth22 together and find the flint-lumps. Before sunset you must be at work making blades. Then, if you have done well, another shall have a turn at fire-watching and you may rest.” With that, he went his way.
Kutnar listened but said nothing. When he could sit alone and gaze into the firelight, it was the nascent23 man-mind that now whispered to him: “Drudgery and death will be yours if you stay here. Why serve them you despise and him you loathe24? Up, boy, and prove yourself a worthy25 son of the Mammoth26 Man. Your friends are rushing to your aid. Far in the distance behind the screening haze27, I see the form of a huge beast with long, gleaming tusks28, ploughing toward you through the drifts. A mighty29 man sits astride his neck and a stout30 shaggy animal trots31 by his side. Awake and bite back at these yapping wolves or remain a slave and see no more of father and people and your friends the Hairy Elephant and Woolly Rhinoceros32.”
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