Flight was very difficult, since he did not know where the foe lurked.

To wait was the only thing to be done,--wait until night came, and then improve the darkness to return to the Rito in safety.

But what of the all-important council-meeting, at which he was compelled to assist?
Crouched behind the juniper-bush, cautiously peering out from behind it now and then, the old warrior pondered over the situation.

At last he saw what to do.
Slowly extending his feet and legs backward, he little by little succeeded in laying himself flat on his stomach.

He had noticed that not far behind him there was another and much taller bush.