Wild yells sounded from the Tehuas, and several of their warriors rushed up to the spot; branches rattled and bushes shook as the men brushed past them.

Tyope had an arrow ready, and he despatched it at one of his foes.

He pulled another from the quiver without looking to see whether the first had struck a mark or not, darted up, and with a shout bounded ahead to encounter the enemy.

A shot grazed his right hand, scratching the wrist and causing him to drop his arrow.

For a time the arm was numb, but Tyope heeded it not.