In order to mislead his comrades, in case they should be on the lookout, he went higher up along the cliffs till he reached the caves of Tzina hanutsh.
Here he looked back.

The three boys were singing lustily the same monotonous rhyme at the same place where he had left them.
From the rock dwellings of the Turkey people there was a gentle declivity to the houses which the clan Tyame had constructed against the perpendicular wall of the cliffs.

Okoya walked rapidly; now that he had started, he longed to reach Mitsha's home.

Children still romped before the houses; on the roofs entire families were gathered, loudly talking, laughing, or singing.

Some of them had even built small fires and cooked their evening meal in the wonderfully cool and invigourating air.
The terrace of the abode whither Okoya directed his steps was deserted, but a ray of light passed through the opening in the front wall.