There were shouts, blows, a clutching and a throwing off, a detaining and repelling.

In the east showed long ghost fingers, the rain held away.

They were at the gate when we ran upon them; they burst it open and went forth, leaving one of their own number dead, and two of them who stayed with Arana desperately hurt.

We followed them down the path, through the wood, but they had the start.
They did not go to Guarico, but they seized the boat of the _Santa Maria_ which the Admiral had left with us and went up the river.

We heard the dash of their oars, then the rain came down, with a weeping of every cloud.
The dead man they left behind was Fernando.