"Right there!"
And Neju tensed, waiting.
"Well, I'll be damned!"
Neju was looking into two of their faces; the faces were demon controlled, contorted with fear and hate. He saw one of the god-men bring up a weapon. He stared unbelieving into it.
It spurted flame.
In his left side he felt a hot searing arrow of fire. His hands relaxed and he was falling. He fell a long time, through sickness and unreality. Then he was not falling.
In the distance he heard the drum beats and cries from his people. He wanted to tell them something. He twitched in pain trying to cry out.
"Look!" the god-men cried.
The natives burst from the forest crying encouragement to the god-men. "Take heart! Turn on the demons! We will free you! Join us!"