I can show it to you." I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot across the wrinkled face.
"Where does that way lead ?" I asked.

"There were those who sought us; men clad in armor with javelins and arrows.

Does your way lead to them, Yuruk ?" For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed.
"Yes," he said sullenly.

"The way leads to them; to their place.

But will it not be safer for you there--among your kind ?" "I don't know that it will," I answered promptly.