He would thus eventually place himself between them and their village.
After a while the warriors from the left came on hastily, stumbling through the darkness.

All together now went down in an easterly direction, where the right wing, if this term can be used, was halting.
Thence Tyope despatched runners ahead to inquire whether everything was quiet in front, to repeat the order of slow marching, and to direct them to halt on the northern brink of the Canada Ancha.
When the runners left, the march was resumed in the usual scattering manner, as if all were skirmishers.

Tyope and the shaman remained together.

Neither uttered a word.

The commander looked up to the stars from time to time.