The battle raged on.
One of Harry’s squares had already been broken, and it being impossible to re-form again, the men had fought their way through the cloud of savages around them and joined the ranks of the amazons.
Hope was beginning to fade even from Harry’s heart.
He could not bear to hear the plaint of poor King Googagoo.
“Where is He who fights for the right?” he was saying.
“Where is the Eye who beholds all things?”
Where is the Eye? Look. Whither shall we look? Look far away towards the western horizon yonder. Are those the crimson clouds that herald the sunset? No, they are too low down on the plain, and a rolling canopy of blue is rising up and meeting the sun.
The southern woods are all on fire. The battlefield itself is soon—
“Wreathed in sable smoke.”
And out from the fire, it would seem, there now rushes an enemy that King Kara-Kara has but little reckoned on meeting.