It was the Kogmollock sakootwow--the blood-cry, a single shriek that split the air for a mile.

It died in another sort of cry.

From where he had dropped Philip was up like a shot.

His club swung through the air and before the amazed hooded creature could dart either to one side or the other it had fallen with crushing force.

That one blow must have smashed his shoulder to a pulp.