"How did you slay Nagoola?" he asked suddenly.
Waldo indicated his spear, then he drew his garment aside and pointed to the vivid, new-healed scars that striped his body.
"We met at dusk at a cliff-top. He was above, I below. When we reached the bottom of the ravine Nagoola was dead. But it was nothing for Thandar. I am Thandar."
Waldo rightly suspected that a little bravado would make a good impression on the intellect primeval, nor was he mistaken.
"What do you here in my country?" asked the man, but his tone was less truculent than before.
"I am searching for Flatfoot and Korth—and Nadara," said Waldo.
The other's eyes narrowed.
"What would you of them?" he asked.
"Nadara was good to me—I would repay her."