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He turned around once more to yell defiance and scorn at his pursuers, and disappeared on the other side. Farther pursuit being hopeless, the girls clustered around the weeping Sayap and held a council of war. They vowed dire vengeance on the lad, and promised their injured sister to improve the first opportunity that should present itself. Shyuote, on the other hand, felt proud of his success.
Her wrath was raised to the highest pitch however, when she discovered that Shyuote was the aggressor. On a little eminence near by stood the scamp, dancing, cutting capers, and yelling triumphantly. "Shyuote is small, but he knows how to throw." "Fiend," cried Sayap in reply.
"What do you want with the boy?" "He has hurt Sayap, our sister," the tall youngster answered. "He threw a stone at her and caused her to bleed. Now I am going to pay him for it." "So will I!" shouted another one from below. "I too!" "And I!" "He shall get it from all of us!" yelled a number of youthful voices, and in an instant the roof was crowded with boys.
And as the majority of his pursuers came on, while two or three remained behind soothing and consoling Sayap, who stood still, crying and bleeding, he thrust out his tongue at them its full length, performed a number of odious grimaces, and then nimbly clambered up between a group of erosive cones that lay in front of the cliff.
They crowded around the two with a number of eager questions. "What was it?" queried one. "What happened yesterday?" another. "Did you have a quarrel with boys," a third; and so on. All pressed around begging and coaxing them to tell the story of yesterday's adventure. The heroines themselves looked at each other in embarrassment. At last Aistshie broke out, "You tell it, Sayap."
"You are right; I did it, I served the urchin right. It was good, was it not, Aistshie? How I punished the brat, and how he looked afterward with his face all one mud-patch!" "Yes," Aistshie objected, "but I did more. I faced Okoya, despite his bow and arrows. That was more than you did." The other girls interrupted the scornful reply which Sayap was on the point of giving.
Look at my work; how even it is compared with yours!" The other girl shrugged her shoulders and retorted, "It may be, but it is not my fault, it is yours, Sayap. You did it yesterday when we beat off the boys. You pushed Shyuote against the wall and he thumped his head here. See, this is the mark where he struck the clay. You did this, Sayap, not I." Sayap laughed, and her buxom form shook.
"Well," began the latter, "it was yesterday afternoon and we were just putting on the last touches of the coating, when Okoya and little Shyuote his brother " A clod, skilfully hurled, struck her right ear, filling it with sand and cutting off the thread of her narrative rather abruptly. Sayap wheeled around to see whence the blow had come. The other girls all laughed, but she was angry.
They were armed with sticks and short clubs, and the largest, who seemed to be of the same age as Okoya, shouted, "You have injured Sayap, and caused her blood to flow. You rotten squash, you shall suffer for it." Shyuote took in the situation at a glance. He saw that only desperate running would save him from being roughly handled.
He darted off like an arrow toward the cave-dwellings in front of him. Unfortunately these were the quarters of the Corn people who had not yet moved into their new homes. To them belonged Sayap and the boys that were assailing Shyuote; and as the fugitive approached the slope, he saw it occupied by other youth ready and eager to give him a warm reception.
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