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-                         WHEN TIME ROLLED BACK
-
-                            by ED EARL REPP
-
-           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
-                             Comet May 41.
-         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
-         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
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-
-Long before Rog found the mysterious, shining ball back in the
-mountains, he knew he was far different from the rest of his tribe that
-lived along the river. He knew it because he didn't think the same way
-they did, and because there was a difference even in their appearance.
-
-Sarak, who was the Old Man of the tribe as well as his sire, and Monah,
-Rog's mother, were short and heavy and thickly covered with hair. Rog
-was taller and straighter, and endowed with much less hair. Too, his
-face was much broader through the cheekbones and less heavy-looking
-around the mouth. There was only one other in the tribe who seemed to
-be of the same physical cast as Rog, and that was Lo, a young woman who
-dwelt with her family in Sarak's cave.
-
-Though the stalwart, blond young man took an active part in all the
-work of the tribe--hunting, skinning, tool-making--there were times
-when he would detach himself from the rest as though he were a creature
-of a higher world viewing a savage orgy.
-
-Such a time was the delirious madness of eating after the lucky kill
-of a giant mammoth. All the able-bodied men of the tribe would aid in
-dragging the great, quiet animal into the clearing beside the river,
-and then, to the cries of men, women, and children, huge hunks of flesh
-would be torn off and devoured by all. The orgy did not cease until no
-one was able to stand without falling.
-
-But Rog and Lo would stand back in the shadows and watch gravely,
-gnawing passively on smaller pieces of meat.
-
-The others of the tribe realized that Rog and Lo were somehow different
-from them. And because of the young man's tremendous strength and
-because he was the son of the Old Man, he was not molested. But
-secretly the slow-thinking men and women classed him with Ta, the
-half-witted boy who sat all day playing with a stick.
-
-None of them, not even the thoughtful Lo, ever stopped to wonder how
-far back their ancestors had lived in this spot. Nor did they care. But
-Rog found himself wondering if life had always been like this, or if it
-had once been superior or inferior to their mode of life. Sometimes he
-would grow curious enough to wander far down the river, or off into the
-hills, alone.
-
-It was on one of those excursions, prompted by an increasing
-dissatisfaction with the life of the tribe, that Rog wandered back four
-or five ranges from the cave dwellings. He had just sat down to eat
-some of the dried meat he had brought along when his eye was caught by
-a glint of flashing metal off through the dense woods.
-
-Startled, he leaped up and made his way nearer. Within ten minutes he
-was standing aghast, staring at a great, gleaming globe of silver, half
-buried in the soft, moldy ground. He was terrified, for an instant, and
-broke into panic-stricken flight before this thing that none of the
-aborigines had ever seen. Then Rog's overpowering curiosity brought him
-creeping back.
-
-It was fifty times as tall as he was, just the half of it he could
-see. It sparkled in the sunlight like white fire. Then, down near the
-ground, Rog saw a round cut in the smooth surface. Something told him
-this was the way inside the ball, though there was no reason why he
-should not have believed it was anything but solid. But there was an
-inner urge that made him approach gingerly and take hold of the long
-cross-bar that was set into the door.
-
-Eagerly he pulled at it. Nothing happened. He pushed, twisted, shoved,
-and still the thing would not budge. Then a gleam of comprehension
-flickered in his eyes. He grasped both ends of the bar and turned it
-the way a plumber turns a pipe-cutter. It moved!
-
-The round entrance swivelled about on threads that were glass-smooth,
-until suddenly it swung aside on a hinge. Rog gasped and poked his head
-inside. He was so amazed that for a couple of minutes he could only
-stand in the portal, gaping.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-The ball was divided into floors, apparently, for there was a spiral
-staircase in the middle that went up through the high ceiling, and a
-continuation of the stairway going down into the lower half of it. From
-some small globes hanging from the ceiling a soft radiation was thrown
-into the room. There were gleaming tables and cabinets and shelves of
-mystifying apparatus that Rog's eyes had never seen.
-
-At last he ventured inside. He went from one glass-covered table to the
-next, frowning at the things he saw. He could make nothing of them.
-
-There were twenty tables, and each bore a maze of strange symbols
-on its top. He was at a loss to divine what they meant, until he
-discovered that at the bottom of each chart there was a picture of a
-globe, with a tiny red arrow pointing to a section of it. Then he knew.
-The tables were supposed to tell him what was to be found on each floor.
-
-All this Rog knew, although he had never seen metal before, or glass,
-or heard of a floor. But somehow he felt more at home in here than he
-did in the cave with Sarak and Monah. With perfect confidence he went
-to the staircase and climbed to the first floor.
-
-A low, shining fence leading from the stairway made it plain that he
-was to follow inside it and view each exhibit as he went. Rog went to
-the first table, and within five minutes he was plunged into a maze of
-conjectures and mysteries that made his aboriginal brain ache.
-
-The first table bore a number of short groups of symbols, completely
-lost on him. There were flowing, cursive characters; then a line
-of wedge-shaped pictures; line after line of characters differing
-only slightly; and finally, at the very bottom, something he could
-understand.
-
-There was pictured a figure that brought a quick smile of apprehension
-to Rog's face--an old man, bowed with age. Beside him was a young
-child, enclosed in a red circle that set him off from the old man. A
-word leaped to his lips.... Not, perhaps, the word that the artist had
-intended, but close enough.
-
-"Beginning!" was the thought that came from his lips.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-After that the messages in the words and pictures made more sense
-to him. Stupefied, trembling with excitement at this thing that was
-happening to him, he went on and on.
-
-He ignored the symbols as mere decorations, and read the pictures,
-hurrying from one group to the next. He stared long and amazed at
-amazingly life-like representations of the life of a tribe such as his
-own. The men and women even looked like his did--short, squat, hairy.
-The scenes showed them killing great animals somewhat similar to the
-ones on whose meat they lived, portrayed them chipping flint holes, and
-doing the other dozens of things life demanded of them.
-
-But as he went on the life changed.
-
-From cave-houses the migration was to peculiar dwellings of poles and
-boughs, making box-like affairs in which men and women lived. The
-tribe-folk, even, changed. They grew more upright and less hairy, and
-their faces looked something like the reflection that stared back at
-Rog from quiet forest pools.
-
-The message of the pictures did not by any means unfold fully to
-Rog, but from the chain of scenes he began to grasp something. Life
-steadily became more and more complex, as though it were working toward
-something--with a purpose. Men grew taller, their dwellings bigger,
-their weapons stranger and apparently more efficient. He saw small
-tribal conflicts broaden into great wars between numbers of tribes.
-
-He gaped at inventions which he could not begin to comprehend. Before
-his startled gaze caves gave way to great dwelling-places so large
-that men looked like ants beside them. He had to smile at the fanciful
-picturization of a man flying through the air in a fantastic machine.
-But as Rog neared the end of the exhibit, he realized that the story,
-if story it was, did not satisfy him.
-
-In his crude, barbaric way, he had great visions of improving life so
-that death was not such a stern, everpresent reality, and men would
-have time for things other than eating and sleeping and mating. He was
-a philosopher, if such a thing were conceivable of a man who lived on
-raw meat. And this story did not appeal to him, for as far as he could
-tell men grew more and more dissatisfied, instead of contented....
-
-Terrible wars were shown to him. Violent death stalked the streets
-of the beautiful cities. War after war piled on top of struggling
-civilization until at last a conflict that seemed to embrace every
-shred of man's life took place. After that there were scenes of cities
-utterly deserted, crumbling into ruins. The final picture made Rog gasp
-with shock.
-
-They showed ten men laboring on a great steel ball, filling it with
-tiny miniatures and statues and boxes. The last picture was of one man
-lying under a transparent glass dome at the bottom of the ball.
-
-Rog was suddenly frightened. He turned and fled back down the stairs
-and out the door, and plunged into the forest--
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-He said nothing to the rest of the tribe that day. Somehow he knew he
-must guard his secret with his life. If the others found what he had
-discovered, they would crowd into it and tear to shreds these things
-that he treasured, simply through love of destruction. When he thought
-of that, his fists clenched and hatred blazed in his eyes. The ball
-must be kept safe, so that he could learn what it meant. It meant more
-than life itself, more than Lo, even, that he should solve the message
-in the shining globe.
-
-But the next day he found time to sit by the river with Lo. "You were
-gone yesterday," she said. "Where?"
-
-Rog's heart leaped into his mouth. He looked down in sudden confusion.
-"Only down the river," he lied. "I went to hunt roots."
-
-Her questioning eyes told him she knew he was lying. But she was wise,
-and held her tongue.
-
-After a long time he could hold himself in no longer. "Do you ever
-wonder," he asked intensely, "why we live this way? I mean--have men
-always lived like this, in caves, killing their meat and gorging
-themselves on it, and then starving until they killed again?"
-
-Lo's dark eyes met his boring glance, but she said nothing. She was
-feminine enough, and civilized enough, to realize it wasn't an answer
-he wanted, but an audience.
-
-In a moment he went on. "You and I aren't like the others, Lo. The Old
-Man and all the rest of the people aren't happy unless they are eating.
-But we can be happy talking, and ... wondering."
-
-She smiled at him in happy understanding. "Luk-no says you are lazy,"
-she said naïvely. "But I know you work hard even when you are quiet.
-Else how would you find things to make like the Thing that Floats?"
-
-He warmed at her mention of his raft. It was only a short while ago
-that he had conceived the idea of tying a bundle of logs together to
-ferry things across the river, but now it was in daily use. But when
-his mind rested on Luk-no, he scowled.
-
-"Some day I will kill him," he promised savagely. "Always he
-interferes."
-
-Luk-no was a great, stubby trunk of a man who resented Lo's interest in
-Rog and took every chance to get in his way. His greatest delight was
-to carry tales of his laziness to Sarak, who would promptly beat his
-son with a club. Such treatment rankled under Rog's skin.
-
-Then he forgot his hatred of the black-browed one in contemplation of
-other things. "I do not like the way we live," he said simply. "Our
-caves are cold and sometimes wet. Our weapons are scarcely able to kill
-the animals we need before they kill us. I do not like the way the Old
-Man rules us, telling us what we can do and what we cannot do. Why
-shouldn't I make better things for myself if I want, instead of being
-beaten for not working? Some day...."
-
-Lo caught up the thread of thought quickly. "I know," she nodded. "Some
-day you will challenge Sarak and kill him. Then you will be the Old
-Man! You will be the one who rules!"
-
-"So that is what you two talk of! I knew it was not how to get food for
-the tribe!" The voice was triumphant and harsh, close behind them.
-
-They were on their feet in an instant, whirling to face the
-brutally-built man who had come up behind them. It was Luk-no. His
-little red-rimmed eyes were alight with anticipation.
-
-"You came at the wrong moment," Rog growled sullenly. "We were not
-talking of that, but Lo grew over-enthusiastic."
-
-"Well, and won't the Old Man be glad to hear this?" Luk-no taunted.
-"When I tell him, he will cave your head in like an acorn."
-
-Rog's face was black with fury. "If you tell Sarak what you heard," he
-said tensely, "I will take your dirty throat in my hands and break it.
-Then I'll gouge your prying eyes out. I'll tear your tongue out so you
-can never tell anything else you hear again. Or perhaps I will just do
-it now!" He took a menacing step towards the smaller, burlier man, his
-club resting on his shoulder.
-
-Luk-no cringed, essaying a grin. "You are too quick to anger!" he
-protested. "It was a joke."
-
-"A joke," Rog mocked. "Like the time you toppled a rock on the head of
-one of the others who wished to mate with Lo! I don't like your jokes,
-dirty one. Go back to your caterpillar-grubbing before I change my
-mind."
-
-But as Luk-no slunk away, he felt icy chills run down his back. He must
-be more careful! Here he had been on the point of telling everything to
-Lo. What would have resulted if Luk-no had heard! The globe, perhaps,
-would have been discovered and ruined!
-
-And Rog, stalking away by himself, knew that he must be triply careful,
-for somehow he sensed that in that shining ball was contained the whole
-future of the tribe....
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-In the weeks to come he made many trips back to the sphere. With every
-visit his wonder grew.
-
-By intuition and study he became convinced that the place was a
-repository in which some race long dead--a "tribe" was his only word
-for them--had sought to preserve the knowledge of their civilization
-for those to come later. His agile mind told him why it had been
-necessary.
-
-Mankind had worked itself up to the point where it had too much
-leisure, and turned its energy to the destruction of others. The
-inevitable result was self-destruction. But the ten he had seen in the
-pictures stole away and created this museum of history and science, to
-aid mankind when it must again struggle upward.
-
-Under Luk-no's subtle whispering the tribe grew incensed against Rog
-and watched him constantly, seeking to learn where he went on the
-days he was absent. They resented the things he "invented" with such
-regularity. Little did they realize he was but copying things he saw in
-the sphere.
-
-The thing that astounded them most, even Rog himself, was the wheel.
-
-He hacked a section of a log into a rough cylinder about three feet
-thick and bored a hole through it for an axle. Two of these "wheels" he
-joined together by a peeled pole and made a crude sort of cart, more,
-perhaps, like a wheelbarrow. But the simple contraption did the work of
-many men in hauling rocks and meat. Had it not been for the tremendous
-jealousy it aroused among other young men in the settlement, he would
-have been acclaimed a hero.
-
-Another day he fashioned a device consisting of a bent stick held in
-a permanent arc by a piece of rawhide. When a notched branch, skinned
-clean of bark and twigs, was launched by the bowstring, it flew with
-sufficient force to kill a squirrel. Rog was as delighted as a child
-with his bow and arrow, and spent many hours practicing with it.
-
-There were other things in the museum that brought deep lines to his
-forehead. He was already beginning to comprehend the principle of the
-water-wheel and the pulley, but when he saw a man hanging from a great
-bag high in the air, or a hunter killing a bear by pointing a smoking
-stick at it, he was stupefied.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Just six weeks after his discovery of the ball, he found something that
-froze him with sheer terror, that sent him running away, vowing never
-to return.
-
-On this day he had gone down the stairs through a number of floors,
-until he came to a room in the very bottom of the sphere. The door to
-the chamber was closed. It was an unusual door, of a gleaming material
-that made him blink, and had a single character in the center of it:
-a red circle from which a small sector had been removed. The sector
-hovered over the gap, as if asking to be replaced.
-
-Rog pushed the door open and went in, suddenly stopped. His face froze,
-then brightened with eagerness. Hastily he went to the bubble-like dome
-of glass in the middle of the room.
-
-Then he was standing rigid with shock. On a low couch under the glass
-bell lay an old man clad in flowing, white garments. But he was
-different from the tribe's old men. He was taller and frailer. His brow
-was lofty, instead of being crowded down over his eyebrows, and his
-expression was serene in death.
-
-Rog shoved his nose against the glass, studying the dignified figure.
-He wished, suddenly, that the old man were not dead, for he could
-undoubtedly explain all these things to him that had him puzzling so
-hopelessly. At last his gaze wandered to the maze of machines at the
-head of the couch.
-
-There was nothing there that he could begin to understand. Just a
-battery of glass and metal and tubes. Two red wires led from the
-machinery to a board on which were a number of dials and things that
-Rog scarcely gave a second glance.
-
-Then, all at once, he stiffened. His eyes fastened on a shining red
-circle of metal, exactly the same as the symbol on the door. And there
-was a section out of it, lying there asking him to put it back in!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Now he went to it and lifted the heavy little bit of red stuff. It had
-prongs that fitted into corresponding holes in the rest of the circle
-which was firmly fixed to the board. Rog knew he was supposed to shove
-the sector into place. His fingers were trembling as he hesitated.
-Suddenly he bent forward and pushed the prongs home!
-
-[Illustration: _Suddenly Rog bent forward and shoved the prongs home._]
-
-There was an instant of utter silence. His primitive mind told him that
-this was a moment of moments, though he knew not why. Gradually a low
-humming told him his action had taken results. The machinery glowed and
-wheels began to turn slowly, then faster and faster, until they were
-spinning discs of silver.
-
-Rog's eyes fastened on the ancient's face. Why, he did not know.
-Perhaps he was asking him to answer.... He scowled. Were his eyes
-deceiving him, or had the placid white face become flushed?
-
-"Agh!" A hoarse bark of terror burst from Rog's throat. The old man's
-eyes were open and he was looking straight at him!
-
-The young aborigine had seen enough. He turned and fled, caring for
-nothing but his own life now.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-For a week he was afraid even to think of what he had seen. His mind
-was outraged by the thought of the dead returning to life.
-
-He worked so hard with the tribe now that they were amazed at the
-change in him. It was growing on towards winter, and stores of roots,
-edible weeds, and dried meat were crowded into the smoky, dark caves in
-which they lived. The winters had been growing so heavy that the Old
-Man had even mentioned moving farther south, where they had observed
-birds and certain animals went in cold weather. This winter they were
-taking no chance of starving. Great supplies of food were being put in
-long ahead of time.
-
-But in spite of Rog's industry, Luk-no found time to run him down,
-secretly, to Sarak. The two of them would mumble between themselves,
-Luk-no furtive and prattling, the Old Man smoldering with righteous
-indignation. And presently the Old Man, who was actually only about
-fifteen years older than Rog, would take it upon himself to chastise
-him. His great, bulging muscles would strain as he cudgelled him.
-
-Rog sweltered under the mistreatment ... but this trouble was as
-nothing compared to the burning curiosity to know what he had done the
-last time he went to the globe. Even Lo could not be let in on such a
-secret. She, too, would class him with Ta, then.
-
-The day came when he could stand it no longer.
-
-Almost without his own volition he found himself far back in the hills,
-making swiftly towards the museum. He did not rush in as heretofore
-when he reached it. He crept up and poked his head inside the portal,
-wide-eyed and breathing hard. There was the sound of a twig's breaking
-behind him, and he whirled, flattening out against the wall.
-
-"Do not be afraid." It was the smiling patriarch who spoke. "I am
-Johann Adam, the man you restored to life. I am here to help you."
-
-But Rog could not understand the strange, musical sounds he made. He
-continued to crouch there, waiting.
-
-The old man spread his hands. "I have slept long, if you represent man
-of today. But follow me." And he gestured to the boy, passing on into
-the sphere.
-
-Then there followed an hour of the most thrilling, most baffling,
-conversation he had ever known. Johann Adam took a big pad and a
-writing-stick and made picture after picture, while Rog crouched near
-him, fearing to stay, and yet hating the thought of missing anything by
-leaving. The first time Adam extended the pad to him to see what he had
-written, he shrank back and almost ran away.
-
-Somehow he knew that it was ridiculous, his being afraid of a man so
-much feebler than he, and he stiffened his feeble courage. But there
-was a tiny voice inside him that whispered that the ancient had a power
-that transcended that of mere muscles. Rog remembered the smoking
-sticks that killed bears....
-
-Finally he glanced at the pad, and then took it. The diagram was a
-repetition of the old man and child in the chart in the room above. A
-smile claimed his features. He pointed upward and gave the pad back.
-
-Adam was pleased. He seemed to inventory Rog's quick eyes and his
-smooth, broad brow. Then he was writing again. The younger man's fear
-broke down completely under the force of his desire for learning.
-Within a few minutes he was sitting on the floor beside Johann Adam,
-nodding and grinning and sometimes frowning in puzzlement. But a story
-was unfolding to him. He was learning how the sphere happened to be.
-
-Laboriously he pieced together the fact that Adam and nine
-other men had foreseen what was to happen to the earth and its
-super-civilization. Knowing that destruction of modern culture was
-on the way, they had sought to preserve some part of it for humanity
-when--and if--men emerged from the darkness at some future time.
-
-They had constructed the globe and filled it with every scrap of
-knowledge known to man. Then they constructed the last room of all, the
-chamber in which Adam was to lie awaiting the renewal of his suspended
-life, or the death that would be complete.
-
-On the eve of the last of the terrible, cataclysmic wars that burned
-mankind from earth like a searing flame from outer space, Johann Adam
-entered the globe and the others went back, to die.
-
-Their supposition had been correct. The last great invention of the war
-gods, a corrosive gas, had got out of control. Within a space of years
-men were wiped from the face of earth.
-
-What happened then Adam could not say. Perhaps man had struggled
-up from the bottom of evolution's ladder again; perhaps a tribe of
-high-type apes had been left after the catastrophe, and were now Rog's
-people, developed by a few thousand years. At any rate, the world was
-again stumbling through the dark shadows of the Stone Age. And from
-that murky period civilization was slowly crawling back to its former
-golden age.
-
-And Rog knew who would take the lead in the advance. He himself, under
-the guidance of Johann Adam, would be the Old Man of all Old Men! He
-would be instrumental in leading his people away from the paths that
-would deter their progress. All this he would do, with Lo at his side!
-
-He took the drawing-stick himself, then, and made what crude signs he
-could to tell of the strained conditions at the caves. Adam frowned
-and nodded slowly. Clearly he was worried. The death of this man, whom
-he knew was hundreds of years ahead of his time, might nullify all his
-chances of aiding the world.
-
-Then a gleam of hope lighted his eyes. By pictures he showed Rog
-what to do. He was to bring Lo with him and stay here in the globe
-until he had learned enough to be able to convince the tribe of his
-superiority. Until the day when he must be recognized as the leader of
-them all!
-
-He was reluctant to leave Adam, and yet eager to carry out his
-instructions. Trembling with anticipation, he took his clumsy club over
-his shoulder and ran back through the trees towards the river....
-
-He came back to the caves to find an angry group awaiting him. Sarak
-stood at the entrance to the cave, leaning on his club. He was an
-imposing figure in his anger. His sloping shoulders bulged massively
-under a mat of black hair, and his short body was tight with muscles
-drawn hard by hatred.
-
-"Sluggard!" he spat at Rog. "You run off and hide, do you, while others
-work? Already black clouds gather, but you let old men and women, as
-well as the younger ones, find food to keep the fat on your bones
-during the long winter."
-
-Rog stiffened with anxiety. He saw Lo watching him wide-eyed and white
-of face, and realized Luk-no was grinning at his predicament. He
-decided on a bold lie. "I was stalking a deer," he said. "I followed it
-far into the hills, but could not get close enough to kill it. Had I
-succeeded, it would have fed more mouths than what roots I could have
-gathered."
-
-The Old Man snorted. "You do not even lie well," he snarled. "You carry
-only a club. Did you think to get close enough to kill it with that?"
-His close-set, red-rimmed eyes blazed. "Where is your spear?"
-
-"I--I lost it," Rog faltered.
-
-"Lost it, did you?" shouted Sarak. "Well, I have not lost my club,
-smooth-faced one! Feel its anger, now, and remember, when you feel like
-sleeping in the forest instead of working."
-
-His wide mouth was distorted, baring ugly black snags of teeth as he
-advanced. The thick cudgel, weighted with a stone, came up over his
-head.
-
-For a moment Rog considered springing in to battle. His mind weighed
-his chances. Against Sarak, perhaps, he might have had a chance of
-coming out alive, but the tribe was incensed against him now. Luk-no
-would lead them against him should he vanquish the bloodthirsty Old Man.
-
-Then blows were raining down upon his head and back. As best he could,
-he warded them off with his club, but the blood sprang from half a
-dozen wounds in the first few seconds. He went to his knees, dazed and
-bleeding. Sarak shouted and screamed and danced, in savage enjoyment of
-his tribal right to punish, justifiably or not. His thick lips gleamed
-with saliva.
-
-And Rog bit his lip against the pain and bore it. He ground down the
-hate welling up within his breast, because he must come out of this
-alive. Whatever it cost him, he must endure it, or the secret of the
-museum might die with Johann Adam. A bitter laugh was torn from his
-lips at the thought that his only motive in living was to help the
-tribe!
-
-The wall of leering faces swam before his vision. The ruler's
-countenance loomed before them all, twisted with savagery. His
-breathing was stertorous, rasping through clenched teeth. At last Rog
-could stand no more. The club fell from his hands and he sprawled on
-his face in the cavern.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Sometime during the night he awoke. His body was a mass of bruises and
-cuts. It gave him excruciating agony to force his head from the floor,
-but he did so, and cast a slow glance about him. Then he saw what he
-wanted.
-
-Painfully he inched himself to Lo's side and aroused her, placing
-his hand quickly over her mouth to stifle the outcry. "It's me," he
-whispered. "Rog. Listen to me, Lo. I want you to go away with me!"
-
-Instantly the girl was wide awake. "Go away!" she echoed.
-
-He nodded. "Not for good. Just for a few moons. Then we will come
-back, and I will become the Old Man!"
-
-Now Lo was trembling with excitement. Before she could question him, he
-bent nearer and whispered, "Pay attention to what I say, but don't ask
-questions. We are going back into the forest, to a great, shining stone
-I found. And we must go tomorrow, as soon as the tribe is not noticing
-us."
-
-Then, hurriedly, he told her of the sphere. She was puzzled, almost
-inclined to doubt him, but the energy and sincerity of his manner
-told her he was not lying. A groan from one of the sleepers sent him
-scuttling back to his place, to lie there sleepless until the sun came
-up and shot long, golden lances into the cave.
-
-He was so tense in the morning that he could scarcely force himself to
-pretend to work. Lo stayed near him. Fear and hope battled within him.
-Failure now would mean that Johann Adam would wait in vain, out in the
-forest, for him to come back. He would know Rog could not help him, at
-last, and then ... what?
-
-He would become older rapidly, for he had many years on his shoulders
-already. Time would almost surely cut him down before he could find
-anyone in any of the tribes intelligent enough to know he was not a
-devil. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the thought of so much
-knowledge being wasted. Though he could not know it, his concern for
-the secrets of the museum marked him as the first scientist in many
-thousands of years.
-
-When the sun had climbed high over the tops of the leafy trees Rog saw
-his chance. The others had scattered, paying him little attention. In a
-flash he had darted to Lo's side and hissed, "Now! We must run fast!"
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-They crept to the edge of the clearing and then sprang into the thick,
-cool darkness of the underbrush. Under the swift feet the miles slipped
-past. Rog was tense and anxious, Lo eager as a child and a little
-frightened. She did not know what he did: That upon their reaching the
-sphere safely depended thousands of years of evolution.
-
-And then, almost without warning, they were springing into the small
-circle of bare ground surrounding the shining ball of metal. They
-stopped just a few feet away from the closed door and stood hand in
-hand while Rog shouted.
-
-After a moment the bar across the portal began to turn. Then it had
-swung open ... and in that same instant something took place that
-drained every drop of blood from Rog's face and left him shivering in
-dumb despair.
-
-Not fifty feet behind them a confused shouting arose, and to their
-shocked gazes were revealed the running forms of a dozen of the
-tribesmen, led by Sarak, himself!
-
-A groan of despair came from the lips of Johann Adam. Lo sank to the
-ground and waited for the clubs to end her life with that of Rog.
-But Rog was too stupefied to do or say anything. His club hung from
-nerveless fingers. The sight of twelve men rushing upon him seemed not
-to register in his mind.
-
-Then he moved. The club swung up over one shoulder, and he stepped
-forward one pace. His words carried strongly across the intervening
-distance.
-
-"Wait!" he shouted. "I would do battle with Sarak alone. One so weak
-and stupid as he has no right to rule!"
-
-They stopped. It was a young man's right, if he were so foolish, to
-challenge the Old Man to battle. It meant that his wisdom and strength
-were questioned, and only by a battle to the death could it be settled.
-Sarak roared his acceptance, and the others were bound to wait.
-
-He strode from the knot of savage tribesmen, cudgel lofted over his
-head. Taunts and threats crowded his flabby lips.
-
-It was a daring move that Rog was making. Unless he challenged Sarak
-and demanded a fight alone with him, they would be massacred. Perhaps
-if he won, the tribe would still exact payment, for Luk-no was at the
-head of the men, waiting for his chance to avenge himself.
-
-They crashed together with a sickening sound of stone on flesh. Blood
-spurted from Rog's head, where Sarak's club had grazed him. The sight
-of the blood brought a scream of triumph from the Old Man, he raised
-the weapon again in his stubby hands.
-
-Rog released the club with his right hand and shot a hard fist into
-the other's face. Thrown off guard, Sarak had to fall back as his son
-swept in upon him. His years of experience saved him as he warded off
-every blow expertly. He drove in a hard sweep of the cudgel that rocked
-against the younger man's shoulder.
-
-Again Sarak bludgeoned his way in, driving Rog back before him,
-bleeding and dazed. A sob of despair choked Rog. It was more than his
-life that was at stake today.
-
-Johann Adam's fingers were locked in the folds of his garments as he
-watched the struggle. He knew as well as Rog what the stakes were. And
-it was a heartbreaking fact for him to realize that he was powerless to
-help. Interference by him, even if it resulted in victory for the boy,
-would mean the tribe would never accept him. Only as a tribal member
-could he aid.
-
-Around the fighters a great crowd was collecting. The rest of the tribe
-had run up just after Sarak and Luk-no, and now they crowded in to
-watch the deadly combat. Their screams of hate filled the quiet forest.
-
-Rog fought with desperation. In strength he was a match for his
-bloodthirsty sire, but he lacked the years of experience behind the Old
-Man's clubbing. He was forced to give ground time after time, wading
-in with swinging bludgeon only to be brought to his knees by a clever
-blow over the back of the neck.
-
-Sweat streamed down his forehead and blinded him, mingling with blood.
-His ribs ached terribly from a blow that had cracked several on one
-side, and one leg was wrenched so it would hardly support him. But
-still his shoulders writhed to his efforts to give Sarak a death blow.
-
-Suddenly, as he backed to the very edge of the crowd, he saw a shadow
-rise swiftly over his head, in the black images cast on the ground.
-For a moment the battle with Sarak was forgotten in the more immediate
-danger of being clubbed from behind. He ducked.
-
-Something smacked into the ground at his feet, and a man, his balance
-lost by the blow's missing, lunged past. Luk-no stumbled over the
-boulder that had almost cost Rog his life. In a flash the intended
-victim's club was raised and brought down on his back. With a scream of
-pain the black-browed one went down.
-
-The Old Man had not been napping. As Rog's attention wavered he
-leaped in close and pulled his cudgel around behind him for a vicious
-roundhouse swipe that would crush his adversary's head. Rog's only
-warning was his hissing breath. He squatted down quickly, just as the
-stone swept over him, so close it raised the hackles on his neck.
-
-In the next moment Rog's chance came. Sarak lunged off balance and
-twisted desperately around to recover it. Rog took one deep breath ...
-and then he leaped.
-
-His club hissed through the air as he put all his force into a final
-effort. There was a solid crunching sound as the sharp rock connected
-with Sarak's skull. The Old Man went down without a sound, and he was
-Old Man no longer....
-
-In the moment's hush that fell over the group, Rog went swiftly back
-to Lo and Johann Adam. He stood between them and raised both arms for
-attention.
-
-"Is there any other who wishes to be ruler?" he shouted.
-
-There was not a sound. Luk-no crouched where he had fallen.
-
-A glad tide rushed up in Rog's breast. He had won! He was the Old Man
-now, himself, free to do as he wished, and with the power to make the
-tribe do what he knew was best for them. He spoke once more.
-
-"Then, know this--I am your ruler and you are my people. But this old
-man beside me is far wiser than any of us. You will follow my wishes--I
-will follow his. You do not know what this means now, but you will
-later."
-
-A few feet away the hapless Luk-no still crouched and awaited the
-death blow that was his due. Then Rog performed the first act of mercy
-mankind had known in many hundreds of years.
-
-Sharply he said to him, "Get up. I will not kill you because I do not
-deign to dirty my club with your blood. But if ever you interfere with
-me or my mate or the old one, it will go hard with you."
-
-Luk-no crept away, while amazement gripped the tribe. And in the eyes
-of the men and women Rog read complete victory.
-
-Johann Adam shook his wise old head, realizing what had happened. "I
-have known men far more cultured than you to seize the opportunity you
-spurned," he murmured. "Perhaps with such a start, civilization will
-come to a better end, this time!"
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-<h1>WHEN TIME ROLLED BACK</h1>
-
-<h2>by ED EARL REPP</h2>
-
-<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br />
-Comet May 41.<br />
-Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br />
-the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>Long before Rog found the mysterious, shining ball back in the
-mountains, he knew he was far different from the rest of his tribe that
-lived along the river. He knew it because he didn't think the same way
-they did, and because there was a difference even in their appearance.</p>
-
-<p>Sarak, who was the Old Man of the tribe as well as his sire, and Monah,
-Rog's mother, were short and heavy and thickly covered with hair. Rog
-was taller and straighter, and endowed with much less hair. Too, his
-face was much broader through the cheekbones and less heavy-looking
-around the mouth. There was only one other in the tribe who seemed to
-be of the same physical cast as Rog, and that was Lo, a young woman who
-dwelt with her family in Sarak's cave.</p>
-
-<p>Though the stalwart, blond young man took an active part in all the
-work of the tribe&mdash;hunting, skinning, tool-making&mdash;there were times
-when he would detach himself from the rest as though he were a creature
-of a higher world viewing a savage orgy.</p>
-
-<p>Such a time was the delirious madness of eating after the lucky kill
-of a giant mammoth. All the able-bodied men of the tribe would aid in
-dragging the great, quiet animal into the clearing beside the river,
-and then, to the cries of men, women, and children, huge hunks of flesh
-would be torn off and devoured by all. The orgy did not cease until no
-one was able to stand without falling.</p>
-
-<p>But Rog and Lo would stand back in the shadows and watch gravely,
-gnawing passively on smaller pieces of meat.</p>
-
-<p>The others of the tribe realized that Rog and Lo were somehow different
-from them. And because of the young man's tremendous strength and
-because he was the son of the Old Man, he was not molested. But
-secretly the slow-thinking men and women classed him with Ta, the
-half-witted boy who sat all day playing with a stick.</p>
-
-<p>None of them, not even the thoughtful Lo, ever stopped to wonder how
-far back their ancestors had lived in this spot. Nor did they care. But
-Rog found himself wondering if life had always been like this, or if it
-had once been superior or inferior to their mode of life. Sometimes he
-would grow curious enough to wander far down the river, or off into the
-hills, alone.</p>
-
-<p>It was on one of those excursions, prompted by an increasing
-dissatisfaction with the life of the tribe, that Rog wandered back four
-or five ranges from the cave dwellings. He had just sat down to eat
-some of the dried meat he had brought along when his eye was caught by
-a glint of flashing metal off through the dense woods.</p>
-
-<p>Startled, he leaped up and made his way nearer. Within ten minutes he
-was standing aghast, staring at a great, gleaming globe of silver, half
-buried in the soft, moldy ground. He was terrified, for an instant, and
-broke into panic-stricken flight before this thing that none of the
-aborigines had ever seen. Then Rog's overpowering curiosity brought him
-creeping back.</p>
-
-<p>It was fifty times as tall as he was, just the half of it he could
-see. It sparkled in the sunlight like white fire. Then, down near the
-ground, Rog saw a round cut in the smooth surface. Something told him
-this was the way inside the ball, though there was no reason why he
-should not have believed it was anything but solid. But there was an
-inner urge that made him approach gingerly and take hold of the long
-cross-bar that was set into the door.</p>
-
-<p>Eagerly he pulled at it. Nothing happened. He pushed, twisted, shoved,
-and still the thing would not budge. Then a gleam of comprehension
-flickered in his eyes. He grasped both ends of the bar and turned it
-the way a plumber turns a pipe-cutter. It moved!</p>
-
-<p>The round entrance swivelled about on threads that were glass-smooth,
-until suddenly it swung aside on a hinge. Rog gasped and poked his head
-inside. He was so amazed that for a couple of minutes he could only
-stand in the portal, gaping.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>The ball was divided into floors, apparently, for there was a spiral
-staircase in the middle that went up through the high ceiling, and a
-continuation of the stairway going down into the lower half of it. From
-some small globes hanging from the ceiling a soft radiation was thrown
-into the room. There were gleaming tables and cabinets and shelves of
-mystifying apparatus that Rog's eyes had never seen.</p>
-
-<p>At last he ventured inside. He went from one glass-covered table to the
-next, frowning at the things he saw. He could make nothing of them.</p>
-
-<p>There were twenty tables, and each bore a maze of strange symbols
-on its top. He was at a loss to divine what they meant, until he
-discovered that at the bottom of each chart there was a picture of a
-globe, with a tiny red arrow pointing to a section of it. Then he knew.
-The tables were supposed to tell him what was to be found on each floor.</p>
-
-<p>All this Rog knew, although he had never seen metal before, or glass,
-or heard of a floor. But somehow he felt more at home in here than he
-did in the cave with Sarak and Monah. With perfect confidence he went
-to the staircase and climbed to the first floor.</p>
-
-<p>A low, shining fence leading from the stairway made it plain that he
-was to follow inside it and view each exhibit as he went. Rog went to
-the first table, and within five minutes he was plunged into a maze of
-conjectures and mysteries that made his aboriginal brain ache.</p>
-
-<p>The first table bore a number of short groups of symbols, completely
-lost on him. There were flowing, cursive characters; then a line
-of wedge-shaped pictures; line after line of characters differing
-only slightly; and finally, at the very bottom, something he could
-understand.</p>
-
-<p>There was pictured a figure that brought a quick smile of apprehension
-to Rog's face&mdash;an old man, bowed with age. Beside him was a young
-child, enclosed in a red circle that set him off from the old man. A
-word leaped to his lips.... Not, perhaps, the word that the artist had
-intended, but close enough.</p>
-
-<p>"Beginning!" was the thought that came from his lips.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>After that the messages in the words and pictures made more sense
-to him. Stupefied, trembling with excitement at this thing that was
-happening to him, he went on and on.</p>
-
-<p>He ignored the symbols as mere decorations, and read the pictures,
-hurrying from one group to the next. He stared long and amazed at
-amazingly life-like representations of the life of a tribe such as his
-own. The men and women even looked like his did&mdash;short, squat, hairy.
-The scenes showed them killing great animals somewhat similar to the
-ones on whose meat they lived, portrayed them chipping flint holes, and
-doing the other dozens of things life demanded of them.</p>
-
-<p>But as he went on the life changed.</p>
-
-<p>From cave-houses the migration was to peculiar dwellings of poles and
-boughs, making box-like affairs in which men and women lived. The
-tribe-folk, even, changed. They grew more upright and less hairy, and
-their faces looked something like the reflection that stared back at
-Rog from quiet forest pools.</p>
-
-<p>The message of the pictures did not by any means unfold fully to
-Rog, but from the chain of scenes he began to grasp something. Life
-steadily became more and more complex, as though it were working toward
-something&mdash;with a purpose. Men grew taller, their dwellings bigger,
-their weapons stranger and apparently more efficient. He saw small
-tribal conflicts broaden into great wars between numbers of tribes.</p>
-
-<p>He gaped at inventions which he could not begin to comprehend. Before
-his startled gaze caves gave way to great dwelling-places so large
-that men looked like ants beside them. He had to smile at the fanciful
-picturization of a man flying through the air in a fantastic machine.
-But as Rog neared the end of the exhibit, he realized that the story,
-if story it was, did not satisfy him.</p>
-
-<p>In his crude, barbaric way, he had great visions of improving life so
-that death was not such a stern, everpresent reality, and men would
-have time for things other than eating and sleeping and mating. He was
-a philosopher, if such a thing were conceivable of a man who lived on
-raw meat. And this story did not appeal to him, for as far as he could
-tell men grew more and more dissatisfied, instead of contented....</p>
-
-<p>Terrible wars were shown to him. Violent death stalked the streets
-of the beautiful cities. War after war piled on top of struggling
-civilization until at last a conflict that seemed to embrace every
-shred of man's life took place. After that there were scenes of cities
-utterly deserted, crumbling into ruins. The final picture made Rog gasp
-with shock.</p>
-
-<p>They showed ten men laboring on a great steel ball, filling it with
-tiny miniatures and statues and boxes. The last picture was of one man
-lying under a transparent glass dome at the bottom of the ball.</p>
-
-<p>Rog was suddenly frightened. He turned and fled back down the stairs
-and out the door, and plunged into the forest&mdash;</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>He said nothing to the rest of the tribe that day. Somehow he knew he
-must guard his secret with his life. If the others found what he had
-discovered, they would crowd into it and tear to shreds these things
-that he treasured, simply through love of destruction. When he thought
-of that, his fists clenched and hatred blazed in his eyes. The ball
-must be kept safe, so that he could learn what it meant. It meant more
-than life itself, more than Lo, even, that he should solve the message
-in the shining globe.</p>
-
-<p>But the next day he found time to sit by the river with Lo. "You were
-gone yesterday," she said. "Where?"</p>
-
-<p>Rog's heart leaped into his mouth. He looked down in sudden confusion.
-"Only down the river," he lied. "I went to hunt roots."</p>
-
-<p>Her questioning eyes told him she knew he was lying. But she was wise,
-and held her tongue.</p>
-
-<p>After a long time he could hold himself in no longer. "Do you ever
-wonder," he asked intensely, "why we live this way? I mean&mdash;have men
-always lived like this, in caves, killing their meat and gorging
-themselves on it, and then starving until they killed again?"</p>
-
-<p>Lo's dark eyes met his boring glance, but she said nothing. She was
-feminine enough, and civilized enough, to realize it wasn't an answer
-he wanted, but an audience.</p>
-
-<p>In a moment he went on. "You and I aren't like the others, Lo. The Old
-Man and all the rest of the people aren't happy unless they are eating.
-But we can be happy talking, and ... wondering."</p>
-
-<p>She smiled at him in happy understanding. "Luk-no says you are lazy,"
-she said naïvely. "But I know you work hard even when you are quiet.
-Else how would you find things to make like the Thing that Floats?"</p>
-
-<p>He warmed at her mention of his raft. It was only a short while ago
-that he had conceived the idea of tying a bundle of logs together to
-ferry things across the river, but now it was in daily use. But when
-his mind rested on Luk-no, he scowled.</p>
-
-<p>"Some day I will kill him," he promised savagely. "Always he
-interferes."</p>
-
-<p>Luk-no was a great, stubby trunk of a man who resented Lo's interest in
-Rog and took every chance to get in his way. His greatest delight was
-to carry tales of his laziness to Sarak, who would promptly beat his
-son with a club. Such treatment rankled under Rog's skin.</p>
-
-<p>Then he forgot his hatred of the black-browed one in contemplation of
-other things. "I do not like the way we live," he said simply. "Our
-caves are cold and sometimes wet. Our weapons are scarcely able to kill
-the animals we need before they kill us. I do not like the way the Old
-Man rules us, telling us what we can do and what we cannot do. Why
-shouldn't I make better things for myself if I want, instead of being
-beaten for not working? Some day...."</p>
-
-<p>Lo caught up the thread of thought quickly. "I know," she nodded. "Some
-day you will challenge Sarak and kill him. Then you will be the Old
-Man! You will be the one who rules!"</p>
-
-<p>"So that is what you two talk of! I knew it was not how to get food for
-the tribe!" The voice was triumphant and harsh, close behind them.</p>
-
-<p>They were on their feet in an instant, whirling to face the
-brutally-built man who had come up behind them. It was Luk-no. His
-little red-rimmed eyes were alight with anticipation.</p>
-
-<p>"You came at the wrong moment," Rog growled sullenly. "We were not
-talking of that, but Lo grew over-enthusiastic."</p>
-
-<p>"Well, and won't the Old Man be glad to hear this?" Luk-no taunted.
-"When I tell him, he will cave your head in like an acorn."</p>
-
-<p>Rog's face was black with fury. "If you tell Sarak what you heard," he
-said tensely, "I will take your dirty throat in my hands and break it.
-Then I'll gouge your prying eyes out. I'll tear your tongue out so you
-can never tell anything else you hear again. Or perhaps I will just do
-it now!" He took a menacing step towards the smaller, burlier man, his
-club resting on his shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>Luk-no cringed, essaying a grin. "You are too quick to anger!" he
-protested. "It was a joke."</p>
-
-<p>"A joke," Rog mocked. "Like the time you toppled a rock on the head of
-one of the others who wished to mate with Lo! I don't like your jokes,
-dirty one. Go back to your caterpillar-grubbing before I change my
-mind."</p>
-
-<p>But as Luk-no slunk away, he felt icy chills run down his back. He must
-be more careful! Here he had been on the point of telling everything to
-Lo. What would have resulted if Luk-no had heard! The globe, perhaps,
-would have been discovered and ruined!</p>
-
-<p>And Rog, stalking away by himself, knew that he must be triply careful,
-for somehow he sensed that in that shining ball was contained the whole
-future of the tribe....</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>In the weeks to come he made many trips back to the sphere. With every
-visit his wonder grew.</p>
-
-<p>By intuition and study he became convinced that the place was a
-repository in which some race long dead&mdash;a "tribe" was his only word
-for them&mdash;had sought to preserve the knowledge of their civilization
-for those to come later. His agile mind told him why it had been
-necessary.</p>
-
-<p>Mankind had worked itself up to the point where it had too much
-leisure, and turned its energy to the destruction of others. The
-inevitable result was self-destruction. But the ten he had seen in the
-pictures stole away and created this museum of history and science, to
-aid mankind when it must again struggle upward.</p>
-
-<p>Under Luk-no's subtle whispering the tribe grew incensed against Rog
-and watched him constantly, seeking to learn where he went on the
-days he was absent. They resented the things he "invented" with such
-regularity. Little did they realize he was but copying things he saw in
-the sphere.</p>
-
-<p>The thing that astounded them most, even Rog himself, was the wheel.</p>
-
-<p>He hacked a section of a log into a rough cylinder about three feet
-thick and bored a hole through it for an axle. Two of these "wheels" he
-joined together by a peeled pole and made a crude sort of cart, more,
-perhaps, like a wheelbarrow. But the simple contraption did the work of
-many men in hauling rocks and meat. Had it not been for the tremendous
-jealousy it aroused among other young men in the settlement, he would
-have been acclaimed a hero.</p>
-
-<p>Another day he fashioned a device consisting of a bent stick held in
-a permanent arc by a piece of rawhide. When a notched branch, skinned
-clean of bark and twigs, was launched by the bowstring, it flew with
-sufficient force to kill a squirrel. Rog was as delighted as a child
-with his bow and arrow, and spent many hours practicing with it.</p>
-
-<p>There were other things in the museum that brought deep lines to his
-forehead. He was already beginning to comprehend the principle of the
-water-wheel and the pulley, but when he saw a man hanging from a great
-bag high in the air, or a hunter killing a bear by pointing a smoking
-stick at it, he was stupefied.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Just six weeks after his discovery of the ball, he found something that
-froze him with sheer terror, that sent him running away, vowing never
-to return.</p>
-
-<p>On this day he had gone down the stairs through a number of floors,
-until he came to a room in the very bottom of the sphere. The door to
-the chamber was closed. It was an unusual door, of a gleaming material
-that made him blink, and had a single character in the center of it:
-a red circle from which a small sector had been removed. The sector
-hovered over the gap, as if asking to be replaced.</p>
-
-<p>Rog pushed the door open and went in, suddenly stopped. His face froze,
-then brightened with eagerness. Hastily he went to the bubble-like dome
-of glass in the middle of the room.</p>
-
-<p>Then he was standing rigid with shock. On a low couch under the glass
-bell lay an old man clad in flowing, white garments. But he was
-different from the tribe's old men. He was taller and frailer. His brow
-was lofty, instead of being crowded down over his eyebrows, and his
-expression was serene in death.</p>
-
-<p>Rog shoved his nose against the glass, studying the dignified figure.
-He wished, suddenly, that the old man were not dead, for he could
-undoubtedly explain all these things to him that had him puzzling so
-hopelessly. At last his gaze wandered to the maze of machines at the
-head of the couch.</p>
-
-<p>There was nothing there that he could begin to understand. Just a
-battery of glass and metal and tubes. Two red wires led from the
-machinery to a board on which were a number of dials and things that
-Rog scarcely gave a second glance.</p>
-
-<p>Then, all at once, he stiffened. His eyes fastened on a shining red
-circle of metal, exactly the same as the symbol on the door. And there
-was a section out of it, lying there asking him to put it back in!</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Now he went to it and lifted the heavy little bit of red stuff. It had
-prongs that fitted into corresponding holes in the rest of the circle
-which was firmly fixed to the board. Rog knew he was supposed to shove
-the sector into place. His fingers were trembling as he hesitated.
-Suddenly he bent forward and pushed the prongs home!</p>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<div class="figcenter">
-  <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/>
-  <div class="caption">
-    <p><i>Suddenly Rog bent forward and shoved the prongs home.</i></p>
-  </div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p>There was an instant of utter silence. His primitive mind told him that
-this was a moment of moments, though he knew not why. Gradually a low
-humming told him his action had taken results. The machinery glowed and
-wheels began to turn slowly, then faster and faster, until they were
-spinning discs of silver.</p>
-
-<p>Rog's eyes fastened on the ancient's face. Why, he did not know.
-Perhaps he was asking him to answer.... He scowled. Were his eyes
-deceiving him, or had the placid white face become flushed?</p>
-
-<p>"Agh!" A hoarse bark of terror burst from Rog's throat. The old man's
-eyes were open and he was looking straight at him!</p>
-
-<p>The young aborigine had seen enough. He turned and fled, caring for
-nothing but his own life now.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>For a week he was afraid even to think of what he had seen. His mind
-was outraged by the thought of the dead returning to life.</p>
-
-<p>He worked so hard with the tribe now that they were amazed at the
-change in him. It was growing on towards winter, and stores of roots,
-edible weeds, and dried meat were crowded into the smoky, dark caves in
-which they lived. The winters had been growing so heavy that the Old
-Man had even mentioned moving farther south, where they had observed
-birds and certain animals went in cold weather. This winter they were
-taking no chance of starving. Great supplies of food were being put in
-long ahead of time.</p>
-
-<p>But in spite of Rog's industry, Luk-no found time to run him down,
-secretly, to Sarak. The two of them would mumble between themselves,
-Luk-no furtive and prattling, the Old Man smoldering with righteous
-indignation. And presently the Old Man, who was actually only about
-fifteen years older than Rog, would take it upon himself to chastise
-him. His great, bulging muscles would strain as he cudgelled him.</p>
-
-<p>Rog sweltered under the mistreatment ... but this trouble was as
-nothing compared to the burning curiosity to know what he had done the
-last time he went to the globe. Even Lo could not be let in on such a
-secret. She, too, would class him with Ta, then.</p>
-
-<p>The day came when he could stand it no longer.</p>
-
-<p>Almost without his own volition he found himself far back in the hills,
-making swiftly towards the museum. He did not rush in as heretofore
-when he reached it. He crept up and poked his head inside the portal,
-wide-eyed and breathing hard. There was the sound of a twig's breaking
-behind him, and he whirled, flattening out against the wall.</p>
-
-<p>"Do not be afraid." It was the smiling patriarch who spoke. "I am
-Johann Adam, the man you restored to life. I am here to help you."</p>
-
-<p>But Rog could not understand the strange, musical sounds he made. He
-continued to crouch there, waiting.</p>
-
-<p>The old man spread his hands. "I have slept long, if you represent man
-of today. But follow me." And he gestured to the boy, passing on into
-the sphere.</p>
-
-<p>Then there followed an hour of the most thrilling, most baffling,
-conversation he had ever known. Johann Adam took a big pad and a
-writing-stick and made picture after picture, while Rog crouched near
-him, fearing to stay, and yet hating the thought of missing anything by
-leaving. The first time Adam extended the pad to him to see what he had
-written, he shrank back and almost ran away.</p>
-
-<p>Somehow he knew that it was ridiculous, his being afraid of a man so
-much feebler than he, and he stiffened his feeble courage. But there
-was a tiny voice inside him that whispered that the ancient had a power
-that transcended that of mere muscles. Rog remembered the smoking
-sticks that killed bears....</p>
-
-<p>Finally he glanced at the pad, and then took it. The diagram was a
-repetition of the old man and child in the chart in the room above. A
-smile claimed his features. He pointed upward and gave the pad back.</p>
-
-<p>Adam was pleased. He seemed to inventory Rog's quick eyes and his
-smooth, broad brow. Then he was writing again. The younger man's fear
-broke down completely under the force of his desire for learning.
-Within a few minutes he was sitting on the floor beside Johann Adam,
-nodding and grinning and sometimes frowning in puzzlement. But a story
-was unfolding to him. He was learning how the sphere happened to be.</p>
-
-<p>Laboriously he pieced together the fact that Adam and nine
-other men had foreseen what was to happen to the earth and its
-super-civilization. Knowing that destruction of modern culture was
-on the way, they had sought to preserve some part of it for humanity
-when&mdash;and if&mdash;men emerged from the darkness at some future time.</p>
-
-<p>They had constructed the globe and filled it with every scrap of
-knowledge known to man. Then they constructed the last room of all, the
-chamber in which Adam was to lie awaiting the renewal of his suspended
-life, or the death that would be complete.</p>
-
-<p>On the eve of the last of the terrible, cataclysmic wars that burned
-mankind from earth like a searing flame from outer space, Johann Adam
-entered the globe and the others went back, to die.</p>
-
-<p>Their supposition had been correct. The last great invention of the war
-gods, a corrosive gas, had got out of control. Within a space of years
-men were wiped from the face of earth.</p>
-
-<p>What happened then Adam could not say. Perhaps man had struggled
-up from the bottom of evolution's ladder again; perhaps a tribe of
-high-type apes had been left after the catastrophe, and were now Rog's
-people, developed by a few thousand years. At any rate, the world was
-again stumbling through the dark shadows of the Stone Age. And from
-that murky period civilization was slowly crawling back to its former
-golden age.</p>
-
-<p>And Rog knew who would take the lead in the advance. He himself, under
-the guidance of Johann Adam, would be the Old Man of all Old Men! He
-would be instrumental in leading his people away from the paths that
-would deter their progress. All this he would do, with Lo at his side!</p>
-
-<p>He took the drawing-stick himself, then, and made what crude signs he
-could to tell of the strained conditions at the caves. Adam frowned
-and nodded slowly. Clearly he was worried. The death of this man, whom
-he knew was hundreds of years ahead of his time, might nullify all his
-chances of aiding the world.</p>
-
-<p>Then a gleam of hope lighted his eyes. By pictures he showed Rog
-what to do. He was to bring Lo with him and stay here in the globe
-until he had learned enough to be able to convince the tribe of his
-superiority. Until the day when he must be recognized as the leader of
-them all!</p>
-
-<p>He was reluctant to leave Adam, and yet eager to carry out his
-instructions. Trembling with anticipation, he took his clumsy club over
-his shoulder and ran back through the trees towards the river....</p>
-
-<p>He came back to the caves to find an angry group awaiting him. Sarak
-stood at the entrance to the cave, leaning on his club. He was an
-imposing figure in his anger. His sloping shoulders bulged massively
-under a mat of black hair, and his short body was tight with muscles
-drawn hard by hatred.</p>
-
-<p>"Sluggard!" he spat at Rog. "You run off and hide, do you, while others
-work? Already black clouds gather, but you let old men and women, as
-well as the younger ones, find food to keep the fat on your bones
-during the long winter."</p>
-
-<p>Rog stiffened with anxiety. He saw Lo watching him wide-eyed and white
-of face, and realized Luk-no was grinning at his predicament. He
-decided on a bold lie. "I was stalking a deer," he said. "I followed it
-far into the hills, but could not get close enough to kill it. Had I
-succeeded, it would have fed more mouths than what roots I could have
-gathered."</p>
-
-<p>The Old Man snorted. "You do not even lie well," he snarled. "You carry
-only a club. Did you think to get close enough to kill it with that?"
-His close-set, red-rimmed eyes blazed. "Where is your spear?"</p>
-
-<p>"I&mdash;I lost it," Rog faltered.</p>
-
-<p>"Lost it, did you?" shouted Sarak. "Well, I have not lost my club,
-smooth-faced one! Feel its anger, now, and remember, when you feel like
-sleeping in the forest instead of working."</p>
-
-<p>His wide mouth was distorted, baring ugly black snags of teeth as he
-advanced. The thick cudgel, weighted with a stone, came up over his
-head.</p>
-
-<p>For a moment Rog considered springing in to battle. His mind weighed
-his chances. Against Sarak, perhaps, he might have had a chance of
-coming out alive, but the tribe was incensed against him now. Luk-no
-would lead them against him should he vanquish the bloodthirsty Old Man.</p>
-
-<p>Then blows were raining down upon his head and back. As best he could,
-he warded them off with his club, but the blood sprang from half a
-dozen wounds in the first few seconds. He went to his knees, dazed and
-bleeding. Sarak shouted and screamed and danced, in savage enjoyment of
-his tribal right to punish, justifiably or not. His thick lips gleamed
-with saliva.</p>
-
-<p>And Rog bit his lip against the pain and bore it. He ground down the
-hate welling up within his breast, because he must come out of this
-alive. Whatever it cost him, he must endure it, or the secret of the
-museum might die with Johann Adam. A bitter laugh was torn from his
-lips at the thought that his only motive in living was to help the
-tribe!</p>
-
-<p>The wall of leering faces swam before his vision. The ruler's
-countenance loomed before them all, twisted with savagery. His
-breathing was stertorous, rasping through clenched teeth. At last Rog
-could stand no more. The club fell from his hands and he sprawled on
-his face in the cavern.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Sometime during the night he awoke. His body was a mass of bruises and
-cuts. It gave him excruciating agony to force his head from the floor,
-but he did so, and cast a slow glance about him. Then he saw what he
-wanted.</p>
-
-<p>Painfully he inched himself to Lo's side and aroused her, placing
-his hand quickly over her mouth to stifle the outcry. "It's me," he
-whispered. "Rog. Listen to me, Lo. I want you to go away with me!"</p>
-
-<p>Instantly the girl was wide awake. "Go away!" she echoed.</p>
-
-<p>He nodded. "Not for good. Just for a few moons. Then we will come
-back, and I will become the Old Man!"</p>
-
-<p>Now Lo was trembling with excitement. Before she could question him, he
-bent nearer and whispered, "Pay attention to what I say, but don't ask
-questions. We are going back into the forest, to a great, shining stone
-I found. And we must go tomorrow, as soon as the tribe is not noticing
-us."</p>
-
-<p>Then, hurriedly, he told her of the sphere. She was puzzled, almost
-inclined to doubt him, but the energy and sincerity of his manner
-told her he was not lying. A groan from one of the sleepers sent him
-scuttling back to his place, to lie there sleepless until the sun came
-up and shot long, golden lances into the cave.</p>
-
-<p>He was so tense in the morning that he could scarcely force himself to
-pretend to work. Lo stayed near him. Fear and hope battled within him.
-Failure now would mean that Johann Adam would wait in vain, out in the
-forest, for him to come back. He would know Rog could not help him, at
-last, and then ... what?</p>
-
-<p>He would become older rapidly, for he had many years on his shoulders
-already. Time would almost surely cut him down before he could find
-anyone in any of the tribes intelligent enough to know he was not a
-devil. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the thought of so much
-knowledge being wasted. Though he could not know it, his concern for
-the secrets of the museum marked him as the first scientist in many
-thousands of years.</p>
-
-<p>When the sun had climbed high over the tops of the leafy trees Rog saw
-his chance. The others had scattered, paying him little attention. In a
-flash he had darted to Lo's side and hissed, "Now! We must run fast!"</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>They crept to the edge of the clearing and then sprang into the thick,
-cool darkness of the underbrush. Under the swift feet the miles slipped
-past. Rog was tense and anxious, Lo eager as a child and a little
-frightened. She did not know what he did: That upon their reaching the
-sphere safely depended thousands of years of evolution.</p>
-
-<p>And then, almost without warning, they were springing into the small
-circle of bare ground surrounding the shining ball of metal. They
-stopped just a few feet away from the closed door and stood hand in
-hand while Rog shouted.</p>
-
-<p>After a moment the bar across the portal began to turn. Then it had
-swung open ... and in that same instant something took place that
-drained every drop of blood from Rog's face and left him shivering in
-dumb despair.</p>
-
-<p>Not fifty feet behind them a confused shouting arose, and to their
-shocked gazes were revealed the running forms of a dozen of the
-tribesmen, led by Sarak, himself!</p>
-
-<p>A groan of despair came from the lips of Johann Adam. Lo sank to the
-ground and waited for the clubs to end her life with that of Rog.
-But Rog was too stupefied to do or say anything. His club hung from
-nerveless fingers. The sight of twelve men rushing upon him seemed not
-to register in his mind.</p>
-
-<p>Then he moved. The club swung up over one shoulder, and he stepped
-forward one pace. His words carried strongly across the intervening
-distance.</p>
-
-<p>"Wait!" he shouted. "I would do battle with Sarak alone. One so weak
-and stupid as he has no right to rule!"</p>
-
-<p>They stopped. It was a young man's right, if he were so foolish, to
-challenge the Old Man to battle. It meant that his wisdom and strength
-were questioned, and only by a battle to the death could it be settled.
-Sarak roared his acceptance, and the others were bound to wait.</p>
-
-<p>He strode from the knot of savage tribesmen, cudgel lofted over his
-head. Taunts and threats crowded his flabby lips.</p>
-
-<p>It was a daring move that Rog was making. Unless he challenged Sarak
-and demanded a fight alone with him, they would be massacred. Perhaps
-if he won, the tribe would still exact payment, for Luk-no was at the
-head of the men, waiting for his chance to avenge himself.</p>
-
-<p>They crashed together with a sickening sound of stone on flesh. Blood
-spurted from Rog's head, where Sarak's club had grazed him. The sight
-of the blood brought a scream of triumph from the Old Man, he raised
-the weapon again in his stubby hands.</p>
-
-<p>Rog released the club with his right hand and shot a hard fist into
-the other's face. Thrown off guard, Sarak had to fall back as his son
-swept in upon him. His years of experience saved him as he warded off
-every blow expertly. He drove in a hard sweep of the cudgel that rocked
-against the younger man's shoulder.</p>
-
-<p>Again Sarak bludgeoned his way in, driving Rog back before him,
-bleeding and dazed. A sob of despair choked Rog. It was more than his
-life that was at stake today.</p>
-
-<p>Johann Adam's fingers were locked in the folds of his garments as he
-watched the struggle. He knew as well as Rog what the stakes were. And
-it was a heartbreaking fact for him to realize that he was powerless to
-help. Interference by him, even if it resulted in victory for the boy,
-would mean the tribe would never accept him. Only as a tribal member
-could he aid.</p>
-
-<p>Around the fighters a great crowd was collecting. The rest of the tribe
-had run up just after Sarak and Luk-no, and now they crowded in to
-watch the deadly combat. Their screams of hate filled the quiet forest.</p>
-
-<p>Rog fought with desperation. In strength he was a match for his
-bloodthirsty sire, but he lacked the years of experience behind the Old
-Man's clubbing. He was forced to give ground time after time, wading
-in with swinging bludgeon only to be brought to his knees by a clever
-blow over the back of the neck.</p>
-
-<p>Sweat streamed down his forehead and blinded him, mingling with blood.
-His ribs ached terribly from a blow that had cracked several on one
-side, and one leg was wrenched so it would hardly support him. But
-still his shoulders writhed to his efforts to give Sarak a death blow.</p>
-
-<p>Suddenly, as he backed to the very edge of the crowd, he saw a shadow
-rise swiftly over his head, in the black images cast on the ground.
-For a moment the battle with Sarak was forgotten in the more immediate
-danger of being clubbed from behind. He ducked.</p>
-
-<p>Something smacked into the ground at his feet, and a man, his balance
-lost by the blow's missing, lunged past. Luk-no stumbled over the
-boulder that had almost cost Rog his life. In a flash the intended
-victim's club was raised and brought down on his back. With a scream of
-pain the black-browed one went down.</p>
-
-<p>The Old Man had not been napping. As Rog's attention wavered he
-leaped in close and pulled his cudgel around behind him for a vicious
-roundhouse swipe that would crush his adversary's head. Rog's only
-warning was his hissing breath. He squatted down quickly, just as the
-stone swept over him, so close it raised the hackles on his neck.</p>
-
-<p>In the next moment Rog's chance came. Sarak lunged off balance and
-twisted desperately around to recover it. Rog took one deep breath ...
-and then he leaped.</p>
-
-<p>His club hissed through the air as he put all his force into a final
-effort. There was a solid crunching sound as the sharp rock connected
-with Sarak's skull. The Old Man went down without a sound, and he was
-Old Man no longer....</p>
-
-<p>In the moment's hush that fell over the group, Rog went swiftly back
-to Lo and Johann Adam. He stood between them and raised both arms for
-attention.</p>
-
-<p>"Is there any other who wishes to be ruler?" he shouted.</p>
-
-<p>There was not a sound. Luk-no crouched where he had fallen.</p>
-
-<p>A glad tide rushed up in Rog's breast. He had won! He was the Old Man
-now, himself, free to do as he wished, and with the power to make the
-tribe do what he knew was best for them. He spoke once more.</p>
-
-<p>"Then, know this&mdash;I am your ruler and you are my people. But this old
-man beside me is far wiser than any of us. You will follow my wishes&mdash;I
-will follow his. You do not know what this means now, but you will
-later."</p>
-
-<p>A few feet away the hapless Luk-no still crouched and awaited the
-death blow that was his due. Then Rog performed the first act of mercy
-mankind had known in many hundreds of years.</p>
-
-<p>Sharply he said to him, "Get up. I will not kill you because I do not
-deign to dirty my club with your blood. But if ever you interfere with
-me or my mate or the old one, it will go hard with you."</p>
-
-<p>Luk-no crept away, while amazement gripped the tribe. And in the eyes
-of the men and women Rog read complete victory.</p>
-
-<p>Johann Adam shook his wise old head, realizing what had happened. "I
-have known men far more cultured than you to seize the opportunity you
-spurned," he murmured. "Perhaps with such a start, civilization will
-come to a better end, this time!"</p>
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