The Moor had done his duty; the Moor might go to Shipapu.
Tyope had been so eager to secure from the dying man any information the latter might still be able to impart, that he paid no immediate attention to the noise and uproar which had arisen in his own vicinity.
Almost at the very moment when the Queres warrior was mortally wounded, one of Tyope's companions despatched one of his arrows at a Tehua whom he had distinctly seen in front.

This shot he accompanied by a loud yell.

The foe replied to the challenge in the same manner; arrows whizzed and hissed through the air, crossing each other and tearing through the shrubbery or penetrating the trunks of trees with dull thuds.

The fight had begun here too, but little if any damage was done as yet by either side.

Most of the arrows were shot at random, and both parties whooped and yelled.