"No!"
He lifted his eyebrows. He thought, she is an amazon! He firmly detached her hand.
The girl flicked up her spear, nicked his neck with the point of it. "We are going to the camp," she said.
Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away.
A voice shouted: "What's going on there?"
He paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was barefooted, and she had black hair. A green cloth was wrapped around her sarong fashion. She bounced to a stop in front of Jonathan, her brown eyes wide in surprise. He thought her sarong had been a table cloth at one time in its history.
"A man!" she breathed. "By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a man!"
"Don't let him get away!" cried Ann.
"Hilda!" the brunette shrieked. "A man! It's a man!"