There were the women and children, the water carriers, a number of them, filling their gourds.

At sight of us they stampeded madly up the run-ways, leaving behind them a trail of gourds they had dropped.
We landed, and of course we neglected to tie up the catamaran, which floated off down the river.

Right cautiously we crept up a run-way.
The Folk had all disappeared into their holes, though here and there we could see a face peering out at us.

There was no sign of Red-Eye.

We were home again.