"With spears and clubs and with teeth and nails and spurs--they are a strong and brave people, Larry--darlin', and though they hurl the _Keth_ at them, it is slow to work upon them, and they slay even while they are passing into the nothingness!" "And have we none of the _Keth_ ?" he asked.
"No"-- she shook her head--"none of their weapons have we here, although it was--it was the Ancient Ones who shaped them." "But the Three are of the Ancient Ones ?" I cried.

"Surely they can tell--" "No," she said slowly.

"No--there is something you must know--and soon; and then the Silent Ones say you will understand.

You, especially, Goodwin, who worship wisdom." "Then," said Larry, "we have the _Akka_; and we have the four men of us, and among us three guns and about a hundred cartridges--an'-- an' the power of the Three--but what about the Shining One, Fireworks--" "I do not know." Again the indecision that had been in her eyes when Yolara had launched her defiance crept back.

"The Shining One is strong--and he has his--slaves!" "Well, we'd better get busy good and quick!" the O'Keefe's voice rang.
But Lakla, for some reason of her own, would pursue the matter no further.