Toward this bush he crept, but like a crawfish, feet foremost.

Had his enemy stood otherwise than in a line with the first shelter which Topanashka had made use of, he would surely have sent an arrow during this retrograde performance.

He continued to crawfish until the tall bush was between him and the smaller one.

Once covered by the former, he raised his head and looked around.
A peculiar stillness reigned.

Not a breeze stirred, the sun was blazing hot, notwithstanding the long, trailing clouds that traversed the sky.
"Kuawk, kuawk, kuawk!" sounded the cries of several crows, as they flew from a neighbouring tree.