Shortly afterward a warrior rushed panting up to Tyope.
"Nashtio," he said, "the Moshome have taken five scalps." "Where ?" Tyope snorted.
"There;" he pointed southward.
"And we ?" "Three." "Have the people gone back ?" "A little." "It is well.

Tell the men to come still farther this way, but very slowly." He ordered five of his own men to go back with the runner to replace the five whom the Tehuas had killed.

With the rest he pushed forward.

He kept beside the Hishtanyi Chayan, and both walked almost at the head of their little troupe.

Only a few scouts preceded them, so completely safe did Tyope feel about the west and northwest.
The action in the rear seemed to lag.