I watched her until the distant haze enveloped her and she had
disappeared. I was alone.

My first concern was to discover where within Pel-lucidar I might
be--and in what direction lay the land of the Sarians where Ghak
the Hairy One ruled.

But how was I to guess in which direction lay Sari?

And if I set out to search--what then?

Could I find my way back to the prospector with its priceless
freight of books, firearms, ammunition, scien-tific instruments,
and still more books--its great library of reference works upon
every conceivable branch of ap-plied sciences?

And if I could not, of what value was all this vast storehouse
of potential civilization and progress to be to the world of my
adoption?

Upon the other hand, if I remained here alone with it, what could
I accomplish single-handed?

Nothing.

But where there was no east, no west, no north, no south, no stars,
no moon, and only a stationary mid-day sun, how was I to find my
way back to this spot should ever I get out of sight of it?