Each one of us fought and acted for himself, and no one of us knew the extent of the calamity that was befalling us.
By the time we got to stone-throwing, the Fire People had massed thick at the base of the cliff.

Our first volley must have mashed some heads, for when they swerved back from the cliff three of their number were left upon the ground.

These were struggling and floundering, and one was trying to crawl away.

But we fixed them.

By this time we males were roaring with rage, and we rained rocks upon the three men that were down.