"Then Dian could have found her way directly to her own people?"
I asked.

"Surely," replied Ghak, "unless some mighty beast of prey killed
her."

I was for making the attempted escape at once, but both Perry and
Ghak counseled waiting for some propitious accident which would
insure us some small degree of success. I didn't see what accident
could befall a whole community in a land of perpetual daylight where
the inhabitants had no fixed habits of sleep. Why, I am sure that
some of the Mahars never sleep, while others may, at long intervals,
crawl into the dark recesses beneath their dwellings and curl up
in protracted slumber. Perry says that if a Mahar stays awake for
three years he will make up all his lost sleep in a long year's
snooze. That may be all true, but I never saw but three of them
asleep, and it was the sight of these three that gave me a suggestion
for our means of escape.

I had been searching about far below the levels that we slaves were
supposed to frequent--possibly fifty feet beneath the main floor
of the building--among a network of corridors and apartments, when
I came suddenly upon three Mahars curled up upon a bed of skins. At
first I thought they were dead, but later their regular breathing
convinced me of my error. Like a flash the thought came to me of
the marvelous opportunity these sleeping reptiles offered as a means
of eluding the watchfulness of our captors and the Sagoth guards.

Hastening back to Perry where he pored over a musty pile of, to