Not so the Indian; he has only formulas and ritualistic performances, and there was no time to remember the former or to think of the latter.

Topanashka strained his eyes to the utmost to find out the nature of the suspicious object that lay not far from his hiding-place, but he could arrive at no satisfactory result.

It appeared to be round, like a flat disk; but of what material it was made and for what purpose it had been manufactured, he could not discover.

At last it flashed upon him that it might be one of the circular war-sandals of the Tehua, whose tracks he had noticed from time to time, which the owner might have taken off and deposited here.

There was no doubt that the enemy must be close at hand.
Topanashka had no thought of turning back.