"Zarono was struggling to his feet when a painted savage rushed upon him from behind and brained him with a war-ax."
"Quickly I girt my belt more firmly, settled war-ax and knife in their beaded sheaths, strung my heavy bow and made sure that my quiver was in place at my left hip - groping with my fingers in the utter darkness - and then I crawled from the thicket and went warily toward the sound of the drum."
"I stole back and brought the others, and as soon as he heard us coming, he sprang up and ran at the door to beat it in with his war-ax."