This Tyee saw, and his own people falling as they straggled forward, and he was aware of a quick doubt, and resolved to lie where he was and see more.  For some unaccountable reason, Mesahchie was running back to Bill-Man; but before she could reach him, Tyee saw Peelo run out and throw arms about her.  He essayed to sling her across his shoulder, but she grappled with him, tearing and scratching at his face.  Then she tripped him, and the pair fell heavily.  When they regained their feet, Peelo had shifted his grip so that one arm was passed under her chin, the wrist pressing into her throat and strangling her.  He buried his face in her breast, taking the blows of her hands on his thick mat of hair, and began slowly to force her off the field.  Then it was, retreating with the weapons of his fallen comrades, that Bill-Man came upon them.  As Mesahchie saw him, she twirled the victim around and held him steady.  Bill-Man swung the rifle in his right hand, and hardly easing his stride, delivered the blow.  Tyee saw Peelo drive to the earth as smote by a falling star, and the Sunlander and Neegah’s daughter fleeing side by side.

A bunch of Mandells, led by one of the Hungry Folk, made a futile rush which melted away into the earth before the scorching fire.

Tyee caught his breath and murmured, “Like the young frost in the morning sun.”

“As I say, they are great fighters,” the old hunter whispered weakly, far gone in hemorrhage.  “I know.  I have heard.  They be sea-robbers and hunters of seals; and they shoot quick and true, for it is their way of life and the work of their hands.”

“Like the young frost in the morning sun,” Tyee repeated, crouching for shelter behind the dying man and peering at intervals about him.

It was no longer a fight, for no Mandell man dared venture forward, and as it was, they were too close to the Sunlanders to go back.  Three tried it, scattering and scurrying like rabbits; but one came down with a broken leg, another was shot through the body, and the third, twisting and dodging, fell on the edge of the village.  So the tribesmen crouched in the hollow places and burrowed into the dirt in the open, while the Sunlanders’ bullets searched the plain.

“Move not,” Tyee pleaded, as Aab-Waak came worming over the ground to him.  “Move not, good Aab-Waak, else you bring death upon us.”

“Death sits upon many,” Aab-Waak laughed; “wherefore, as you say, there will be much wealth in division.  My father breathes fast and short behind the big rock yon, and beyond, twisted like in a knot, lieth my brother.  But their share shall be my share, and it is well.”

“As you say, good Aab-Waak, and as I have said; but before division must come that which we may divide, and the Sunlanders be not yet dead.”

A bullet glanced from a rock before them, and singing shrilly, rose low over their heads on its second flight.  Tyee ducked and shivered, but Aab-Waak grinned and sought vainly to follow it with his eyes.