One by one they were picking them off with their javelins from outside the corral.
As he looked a head and pair of shoulders rose suddenly above the top of the sapling barrier, an arm shot out and he caught the swift gleam of a javelin as it buried itself in the thick of the pack.

In a flash the head and shoulders of the javelin-thrower had disappeared, and in that same moment Philip heard a low cry behind him.

Celie had returned to the window.

She had seen what he had seen, and her breath came suddenly in a swift and sobbing excitement.

In amazement he saw that she was no longer pale.