Also, I was very much piqued by her treatment of me.  My heart was sad and heavy, and I wanted to make her feel badly by suggesting that something terrible might happen to me—­that I might, in fact, be killed.  But it didn’t work worth a cent, at least as far as I could perceive.  Dian simply shrugged those magnificent shoulders of hers, and murmured something to the effect that one was not rid of trouble so easily as that.

For a while I kept still.  I was utterly squelched.  And to think that I had twice protected her from attack—­the last time risking my life to save hers.  It was incredible that even a daughter of the Stone Age could be so ungrateful—­so heartless; but maybe her heart partook of the qualities of her epoch.

Presently we found a rift in the cliff which had been widened and extended by the action of the water draining through it from the plateau above.  It gave us a rather rough climb to the summit, but finally we stood upon the level mesa which stretched back for several miles to the mountain range.  Behind us lay the broad inland sea, curving upward in the horizonless distance to merge into the blue of the sky, so that for all the world it looked as though the sea lapped back to arch completely over us and disappear beyond the distant mountains at our backs—­the weird and uncanny aspect of the seascapes of Pellucidar balk description.

At our right lay a dense forest, but to the left the country was open and clear to the plateau’s farther verge.  It was in this direction that our way led, and we had turned to resume our journey when Dian touched my arm.  I turned to her, thinking that she was about to make peace overtures; but I was mistaken.

“Jubal,” she said, and nodded toward the forest.

I looked, and there, emerging from the dense wood, came a perfect whale of a man.  He must have been seven feet tall, and proportioned accordingly.  He still was too far off to distinguish his features.

“Run,” I said to Dian.  “I can engage him until you get a good start.  Maybe I can hold him until you have gotten entirely away,” and then, without a backward glance, I advanced to meet the Ugly One.  I had hoped that Dian would have a kind word to say to me before she went, for she must have known that I was going to my death for her sake; but she never even so much as bid me good-bye, and it was with a heavy heart that I strode through the flower-bespangled grass to my doom.

When I had come close enough to Jubal to distinguish his features I understood how it was that he had earned the sobriquet of Ugly One.  Apparently some fearful beast had ripped away one entire side of his face.  The eye was gone, the nose, and all the flesh, so that his jaws and all his teeth were exposed and grinning through the horrible scar.

Formerly he may have been as good to look upon as the others of his handsome race, and it may be that the terrible result of this encounter had tended to sour an already strong and brutal character.  However this may be it is quite certain that he was not a pretty sight, and now that his features, or what remained of them, were distorted in rage at the sight of Dian with another male, he was indeed most terrible to see—­and much more terrible to meet.