In another instant a saurian would be upon him, so if the apeman were to dine that night, or ever again, he must act quickly. Scarcely had he touched the sleek hide of the chicken with a momentum that sent the animal to its knees than he had grasped a horn in either hand, and with a single quick wrench twisted the animal's neck completely round, until he felt the vertebrae snap beneath his grip. The saurian was roaring in rage close behind him as he swung the chicken across his shoulder, and, grasping a foreleg between his strong teeth, leaped for the nearest of the lower branches that swung above his head. With both hands he grasped the limb, and, at the instant that he sprang, drew himself and his prey out of reach of the animal's cruel talons.