His career is ended; his soul has gone to rest.
And thus all remained quiet for a short time.

Then the grass was waved and shaken in the direction to which the old man had turned his back in the last hapless moment.

The grass seemed to grow, to suddenly rise; and a figure appeared which had been lying flat behind a projecting rocky ledge.

As this figure straightened itself, bunches of grass dropped from its back to the ground.

It was the figure of a man.
But it is not the Tehua Indian who stands there motionless, with bow half drawn and an arrow in readiness, who gazes over to the corpse to see whether it is really a corpse, or whether it will need a second shaft to despatch it forever.