There he fell to the ground headlong, blood flowing from his mouth.

His body had been shot through and through.
However great his surprise at that completely unexpected attack, and however disastrous it must be to all his plans, Tyope not only did not lose his head, but rather seemed to grow cool and self-possessed, and an expression of sinister quiet settled on his features.

Yet he was internally far from being at ease or hopeful.

He blew his whistle.
Without regard to his office the old shaman crouched behind a shrub, where, placing his shield before him, he listened and spied.

The medicine-man had imitated Tyope's example; the magician was now turned into a warrior! The signal given by the war-chief was heard by very few only, for the yells of the Tehuas drowned every other noise.