He raged and raged at us, and ground his teeth in helpless fury.

And in our fancied security we mocked and mocked him.

We were ever short-sighted, we Folk.
Red-Eye abruptly ceased his breast-beating and tooth-grinding, and ran across the timber-jam to the shore.

And just as abruptly our merriment gave way to consternation.

It was not Red-Eye's way to forego revenge so easily.