Broken-Tooth stopped teetering, but the branch would not stop, and his body continued bobbing up and down with the rustling leaves.
I heard the crackle of a dry twig, and looking down saw my first Fire-Man.

He was creeping stealthily along on the ground and peering up into the tree.

At first I thought he was a wild animal, because he wore around his waist and over his shoulders a ragged piece of bearskin.

And then I saw his hands and feet, and more clearly his features.

He was very much like my kind, except that he was less hairy and that his feet were less like hands than ours.