“Back, pig-beast,” he howled. “Would you dare touch the Mammoth? You have gone mad.”
The Rhinoceros raised his head and retreated a step. The amazement, now shown in every line of his face, was a picture to see.
“You?” he gasped and choked.
“Yes, I.”
“Can you; will you fight?” the Rhinoceros demanded eagerly.
“I can and will. You shall see.”
“Good,” Wulli grunted. “When you are ready, begin.”
“But I have no weapon,” said the Ape Boy. “You have a horn; I nothing. Will you fight fair?”
The Rhinoceros nodded. The youth was making for the grotto when Wulli stopped him.
“That red beast with the hot breath?” he grumbled. “No; you must fight with something else. I have had enough of its bad smell.”