Ki-Gor and the Nirvana of the Seven Voodoos | Page 5

toward him, and the
gorilla-man turned and ran out into the darkness.
Determined to be rid of the beast for good, Ki-Gor gave chase. But the
gorilla-man was amazingly fast, and before he had gone very far, his
massive body was swallowed up in the inky blackness of the night.
Ki-Gor stopped about a hundred yards from the camp and stood
listening. A distant thudding told him that the beast was still running.
Ki-Gor turned reluctantly, and started back to the camp.
Suddenly a wild scream rent the air. It was Helene.
"Ki-Gor! Ki-Gor! The gorilla!"

A hundred yards away, by the light of the campfires a mammoth figure
was carrying the struggling girl out of the boma. A wave of sick horror
swept over Ki-Gor, and he sprinted toward the campsite. How could I
have been so stupid! Ki-Gor thought bitterly. Apparently the
gorilla-man had circled away in the darkness, and returned to kidnap
poor helpless Helene. Faster the jungle man's feet flashed over the turf.
The man-ape was running too, in the opposite direction with a terrified,
shrieking Helene under a hairy arm.
Sobbing with rage, Ki-Gor put all his strength into an effort to catch up
with the brutish abductor. But the man-ape had a few seconds
head-start, and by the time Ki-Gor flashed by the campfire, was out of
sight in the velvet blackness of the night.
Ki-Gor drew up short and controlled his panting long enough to listen.
Ominously, Helene had stopped screaming. But the sound of feet
drumming over the ground gave Ki-Gor an approximate direction the
beast was taking. He plunged forward.
Full fifteen minutes Ki-Gor ran, stopping now and then to listen and to
sniff the air. But the thud of the gorilla-man's feet seemed to come from
different directions each time, and the still air, heavy with the rank
ape-smell, gave no clue as to which way the monster had gone. It was
like looking for a needle in a haystack, to find anything in the pitch
dark of the plateau.
Finally, Ki-Gor had to admit that the gorilla-man had--temporarily, at
least escaped him. He sat down on the grass, for a moment, to think.
What was to be done? And what was happening to Helene? Why had
her screams stopped so abruptly? Was it because--Ki-Gor hardly dared
ask himself the question--was it because the giant ape had killed her?
Ki-Gor ground his teeth, and growled savagely, deep down in his
throat.
Suddenly, a tiny puff of wind caressed the hair at his temples. Ki-Gor
sprang to his feet, nerves taut, and sniffed it avidly. Faintly, there came
to his nostrils a woodsy smell, the smell of trees. More faintly still
came the gorilla-smell. Ki-Gor loped upwind. He knew he was going

north-east, toward a towering range of mountains, whose slopes were
covered by the only trees in any direction. Ki-Gor had noticed that
before the sun had set. Undoubtedly, the man-ape was traveling that
way. It was the type of high open forestland that gorillas liked.
Ki-Gor pushed on steadily and swiftly through the night, following the
elusive ape-smell. But, as the minutes went by, he seemed to come no
nearer to the object of his pursuit.
Gradually, the outlines of a mountain range began to take shape, ahead
of him and to his right. Almost imperceptibly, the sky began to grow a
little paler, and the darkness all about, to dissolve. Ki-Gor found that
the grass was giving way to tall shrubs, and that here and there, tall
trees reared skyward. He kept on, upwind and upgrade.
After a while there was enough light for him to see the ground fairly
clearly. The jungle man then turned abruptly to his left, and began a
wide circle, eyes to the ground, studying out possible gorilla tracks. For
an hour he traveled that way without discovering the spoor he was
searching for. He returned to his starting place and commenced another
wide circle to the right. Still, there were no gorilla-man tracks, and
Ki-Gor hurried his steps, sick with disappointment and apprehension.
His mind was so clouded with fear for Helene's safety that he almost
didn't see the twig broken off the flowering shrub close to the ground.
But, all of a sudden, the slight gorilla smell seemed to increase. Ki-Gor
stopped and studied the ground around him. Then he saw the broken
twig, and dropped to the ground beside it. A moment later, he stood up,
his upper lip drawn back off his teeth in a silent snarl.
Unquestionably, the gorilla-man had passed that way.
Swiftly the jungle man followed the spoor, eyes glued to the ground,
nostrils flared. In a very short time, he realized that not one gorilla-man
had made that track, but two!
That was how Helene's kidnapping had