The result was so far favourable to the Queres that they lost but one man and the Tehuas two; but the scalp of the dead man from the Rito remained with the enemy.
When Tyope had recovered his breath, he sneaked back to where he had left the shaman.

As he approached the spot he heard the medicine-man singing and beating his drum.

It was a very good sign to see the shaman at work with such enthusiasm; still Tyope must disturb him.
"Sa nashtio," he cried, "we must go." "Heiti-na! Heiti-na!" shouted the praying shaman, drumming incessantly.
He was in ecstasies.

His uplifted eyes sparkled; he paid no attention to what was around him.
"Sa nashtio yaya," Tyope anxiously insisted.
"Do not disturb me, let me alone! Heiti-na! Heiti-na!" cried the Hishtanyi Chayan aloud.
Tyope was in despair.

Arrow after arrow was flying past him, rending twigs and shattering branches.