By the light of the moon he saw clearly the movements of the people, although it was impossible to recognize individuals at any distance.

The boy sat down and waited.

From where he rested he could not fail to notice when the delegates of the clans that inhabited the big house left for the council, and that would be the signal for his own starting.

His heart beat; he felt happy and yet anxious; hope and doubt both agitated his mind.
One of his comrades stealthily approached Okoya, sat down on the ground beside him, threw one arm around his shoulders, and began to sing loudly.

Okoya chimed in, and the two shouted at the top of their untrained voices into the clear still night.