The females screeched and gibbered, and the males beat their chests in helpless rage.

Big Face was especially angry, and though he hushed his racket when Red-Eye drew near, he did not hush it to the extent the others did.
As for me, I played no brave part.

I know I was anything but a hero.
Besides, of what use would it have been for me to encounter Red-Eye?
He was the mighty monster, the abysmal brute, and there was no hope for me in a conflict of strength.

He would have killed me, and the situation would have remained unchanged.

He would have caught the Swift One before she could have gained the cave.