Tyee rubbed his hands gleefully as the dry structure burned and crackled.  “Now we have them, brothers!  In the trap!”

“And no one may gainsay me the gun of Bill-Man,” Aab-Waak announced.

“Save Bill-Man,” squeaked the old hunter.  “For behold, he cometh now!”

Covered with a singed and blackened blanket, the big white man leaped out of the blazing entrance, and on his heels, likewise shielded, came Mesahchie, and the five other Sunlanders.  The Hungry Folk tried to check the rush with an ill-directed volley, while the Mandells hurled in a cloud of spears and arrows.  But the Sunlanders cast their flaming blankets from them as they ran, and it was seen that each bore on his shoulders a small pack of ammunition.  Of all their possessions, they had chosen to save that.  Running swiftly and with purpose, they broke the circle and headed directly for the great cliff, which towered blackly in the brightening day a half-mile to the rear of the village.

But Tyee knelt on one knee and lined the sights of his rifle on the rearmost Sunlander.  A great shout went up when he pulled the trigger and the man fell forward, struggled partly up, and fell again.  Without regard for the rain of arrows, another Sunlander ran back, bent over him, and lifted him across his shoulders.  But the Mandell spearmen were crowding up into closer range, and a strong cast transfixed the wounded man.  He cried out and became swiftly limp as his comrade lowered him to the ground.  In the meanwhile, Bill-Man and the three others had made a stand and were driving a leaden hail into the advancing spearmen.  The fifth Sunlander bent over his stricken fellow, felt the heart, and then coolly cut the straps of the pack and stood up with the ammunition and extra gun.

“Now is he a fool!” cried Tyee, leaping high, as he ran forward, to clear the squirming body of one of the Hungry Folk.

His own rifle was clogged so that he could not use it, and he called out for some one to spear the Sunlander, who had turned and was running for safety under the protecting fire.  The little old hunter poised his spear on the throwing-stick, swept his arm back as he ran, and delivered the cast.

“By the body of the Wolf, say I, it was a good throw!” Tyee praised, as the fleeing man pitched forward, the spear standing upright between his shoulders and swaying slowly forward and back.

The little weazened old man coughed and sat down.  A streak of red showed on his lips and welled into a thick stream.  He coughed again, and a strange whistling came and went with his breath.

“They, too, are unafraid, being great fighters,” he wheezed, pawing aimlessly with his hands.  “And behold!  Bill-Man comes now!”

Tyee glanced up.  Four Mandells and one of the Hungry Folk had rushed upon the fallen man and were spearing him from his knees back to the earth.  In the twinkling of an eye, Tyee saw four of them cut down by the bullets of the Sunlanders.  The fifth, as yet unhurt, seized the two rifles, but as he stood up to make off he was whirled almost completely around by the impact of a bullet in the arm, steadied by a second, and overthrown by the shock of a third.  A moment later and Bill-Man was on the spot, cutting the pack-straps and picking up the guns.