Fifteen minutes of silence passed, the blind man as if carven of stone, the dog, trembling with eagerness under the articulate touch of his fingers, obeying the bidding to make no sound.  For Jerry, as well as Nalasu, knew that death rustled and lurked in the encircling dark.  Again came a softness of movement, nearer than before; but the sped arrow missed.  They heard its impact against a tree trunk beyond and a confusion of small sounds caused by the target’s hasty retreat.  Next, after a time of silence, Nalasu told Jerry silently to retrieve the arrow.  He had been well trained and long trained, for with no sound even to Nalasu’s ears keener than seeing men’s ears, he followed the direction of the arrow’s impact against the tree and brought the arrow back in his mouth.

Again Nalasu waited, until the rustlings of a fresh drawing-in of the circle could be heard, whereupon Nalasu, Jerry accompanying him, picked up all his arrows and moved soundlessly half-way around the circle.  Even as they moved, a Snider exploded that was aimed in the general direction of the spot just vacated.

And the blind man and the dog, from midnight to dawn, successfully fought off twelve men equipped with the thunder of gunpowder and the wide-spreading, deep-penetrating, mushroom bullets of soft lead.  And the blind man defended himself only with a bow and a hundred arrows.  He discharged many hundreds of arrows which Jerry retrieved for him and which he discharged over and over.  But Jerry aided valiantly and well, adding to Nalasu’s acute hearing his own acuter hearing, circling noiselessly about the house and reporting where the attack pressed closest.

Much of their precious powder the Annos wasted, for the affair was like a game of invisible ghosts.  Never was anything seen save the flashes of the rifles.  Never did they see Jerry, although they became quickly aware of his movements close to them as he searched out the arrows.  Once, as one of them felt for an arrow which had narrowly missed him, he encountered Jerry’s back with his hand and acknowledged the sharp slash of Jerry’s teeth with a wild yell of terror.  They tried firing at the twang of Nalasu’s bowstring, but every time Nalasu fired he instantly changed position.  Several times, warned of Jerry’s nearness, they fired at him, and, once even, was his nose slightly powder burned.

When day broke, in the quick tropic grey that marks the leap from dark to sun, the Annos retreated, while Nalasu, withdrawn from the light into his house, still possessed eighty arrows, thanks to Jerry.  The net result to Nalasu was one dead man and no telling how many arrow-pricked wounded men who dragged themselves away.

And half the day Nalasu crouched over Jerry, fondling and caressing him for what he had done.  Then he went abroad, Jerry with him, and told of the battle.  Bashti paid him a visit ere the day was done, and talked with him earnestly.