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It was a little disappointing. Still, it wasn't too bad, he decided. Except for the loneliness. If only there were people —
A man stepped out of the forest. He was less than five feet tall, thick-set, muscled like a wrestler and wearing a fur kilt. His skin was colored a medium gray. He carried a ragged tree limb, roughly shaped into a club.
Two dozen others came through the forest behind him. They marched directly up to Eldridge.
"Hello, fellows," Eldridge said pleasantly.
The leader replied in a guttural language and made a gesture with his open palm.
"I bring your crops blessings," Eldridge said promptly. "I've got just what you need." He reached into his sack and held up a package of carrot seeds. "Seeds! You'll advance a thousand years in civilization —"
The leader grunted angrily and his followers began to circle Eldridge. They held out their hands, palms up, grunting excitedly.
They didn't want the sack and they refused the discharged hand pistol. They had him almost completely circled now. Clubs were being hefted and he still had no idea what they wanted.
"Potato?" he asked in desperation.
They didn't want potatoes, either.
His time machine had two minutes more to wait. He turned and ran.
The savages were after him at once. Eldridge sprinted into the forest like a grayhound, dodging through the closely packed trees. Several clubs whizzed past him.
One minute to go.
He tripped over a root, scrambled to his feet and kept on ru
Ten seconds. Five seconds. A club glanced off his shoulder.
Time! He reached for the button — and a club thudded against his head, knocking him to the ground. When he could focus again, the leader of the savages was standing over his Time Traveler, club raised.
"Don't!" Eldridge yelled in panic.
But the leader gri
Eldridge was dragged into a cave, cursing hopelessly. Two savages guarded the entrance. Outside, he could see a gang of men gathering wood. Women and children were scampering back and forth, laden down with clay containers. To judge by their laughter, they were pla
Eldridge realized, with a sinking sensation, that he would be the main dish.
Not that it mattered. They had destroyed his Traveler. No Viglin would rescue him this time. He was at the end of his road.
Eldridge didn't want to die. But what made it worse was the thought of dying without ever finding out what Eldridge I had pla
It seemed unfair, somehow.
For several minutes, he sat in abject self-pity. Then he crawled farther back into the cave, hoping to find another way out.
The cave ended abruptly against a wall of granite. But he found something else.
An old shoe.
He picked it up and stared at it. For some reason, it bothered him, although it was a perfectly ordinary brown leather shoe, just like the ones he had on.
Then the anachronism struck him.
What was a manufactured article like a shoe doing back in this dawn age?
He looked at the size and quickly tried it on. It fitted him exactly, which, made the answer obvious — he must have passed through here on his first trip.
But why had he left a shoe?
There was something inside, too soft to be a pebble, too stiff to be a piece of torn lining. He took off the shoe and found a piece of paper wadded in the toe. He unfolded it and read in his own handwriting:
Silliest damned business — how do you address yourself? "Dear Eldridge"? All right, let's forget the salutation; you'll read this because I already have, and so, naturally, I'm writing it, otherwise you wouldn't be able to read it, nor would I have been.
Look, you're in a rough spot. Don't worry about it, though. You'll come out of it in one piece. I'm leaving you a Time Traveler to take you.where you have to go next.
The question is: where do I go? I'm deliberately setting the Traveler before the half-hour lag it needs, knowing there will be a cancelation effect. That means the Traveler will stay here for you to use. But what happens to me?
I think I know. Still, it scares me — this is the first cancelation I'll have experienced. But worrying about it is nonsensical; I know it has to turn out right because there are no time paradoxes.
Well, here goes. I'll push the button and cancel. Then the machine is yours.
Wish me luck.
Wish him luck! Eldridge savagely tore up the note and threw it away.
But Eldridge I had purposely canceled and been swept back to the future, which meant that the Traveler hadn't gone back with him! It must still be here!
Eldridge began a frantic search of the cave. If he could just find it and push the button, he could go on ahead. It had to be here!
Several hours later, when the guards dragged him out, he still hadn't found it.
The entire village had gathered and they were in a festive mood. The clay containers were being passed freely and two or three men had already passed out. But the guards who led Eldridge forward were sober enough.
They carried him to a wide, shallow pit. In the center of it was what looked like a sacrificial altar. It was decorated with wild colors and heaped around it was an enormous pile of dried branches.
Eldridge was pushed in and the dancing began.
He tried several times to scramble out, but was prodded back each time. The dancing continued for hours, until the last dancer had collapsed, exhausted.
An old man approached the rim of the pit, holding a lighted torch. He gestured with it and threw it into the pit.
Eldridge stamped it out. But more torches rained down, lighting the outermost branches. They flared brightly and he was forced to retreat inward, toward the altar.
The flaming circle closed, driving him back. At last, panting, eyes burning, legs buckling, he fell across the altar as the flames licked at him.
His eyes were closed and he gripped the knobs tightly —
Knobs?
He looked. Under its gaudy decoration, the altar was a Time Traveler — the same Traveler, past a doubt, that Eldridge I had brought here and left for him. When Eldridge I vanished, they must have venerated it as a sacred object.
And it did have magical qualities.
The fire was singeing his feet when he adjusted the regulator. With his finger against the button, he hesitated.
What would the future hold for him? All he had in the way of equipment was a sack of carrot seeds, potatoes, the symphonic runs, the microfilm volumes of world literature and small mirrors.
But he had come this far. He would see the end.
He pressed the button.
Opening his eyes, Eldridge found that he was standing on a beach. Water was lapping at his toes and he could hear the boom of breakers.
The beach was long and narrow and dazzlingly white. In front of him, a blue ocean stretched to infinity. Behind him, at the edge of the beach, was a row of palms. Growing among them was the brilliant vegetation of a tropical island.
He heard a shout.
Eldridge looked around for something to defend himself with. He had nothing, nothing at all. He was defenseless.
Men came ru
"Welcome! Welcome back!" they called out.
A gigantic brown man enclosed him in a bearlike hug. "You have returned!" he exclaimed.
"Why — yes," Eldridge said.
More people were ru