Tyope sighed when he noticed the approach of sunlight; precious time was being irretrievably lost.
He relieved the warrior whom he had left at his post.

The latter whispered to him that nothing suspicious had turned up.

Suddenly Tyope started and pressed his ear to the ground; then he darted up, rising to his knees, and listened, straining every nerve, his head turned to the southwest.
In that direction arose loud yells.

They were followed by piercing cries.

Soon the sounds mingled, so as to create a noise like that which a struggle between men and wolves might produce.