He had heard the whistling song of the ball over his head, and had heard it strike the tree behind him.

For a time those rocks toward which he stared like fascinated beast had concealed a man.

But what kind of man! He remembered the ancient battle-cries of his tribe, and of the enemies of his tribe, but none was like the cries that had followed the shot.

He heard them still; they rang in his ears, and sent shivering chills up his back.

And the more he tried to reason the greater that nameless fear grew in him, until he slunk like an animal down the side of the mountain, through the dip, and out again upon the plain.