Red-Eye had accounted for himself.
They were very angry.

There was an opening into the trunk close to the ground.

They gathered wood and grass and built a fire.

The Swift One and I, our arms around each other, waited and watched in the thicket.
Sometimes they threw upon the fire green branches with many leaves, whereupon the smoke became very thick.
We saw them suddenly swerve back from the tree.

They were not quick enough.