In the van, on all fours, is Great Big Little Panther, a brave of so many scalps that in his present position they somewhat impede his progress.
Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right.

She is the most beautiful of dusky Dianas [Diana = goddess of the woods] and the belle of the Piccaninnies, coquettish [flirting], cold and amorous [loving] by turns; there is not a brave who would not have the wayward thing to wife, but she staves off the altar with a hatchet.

Observe how they pass over fallen twigs without making the slightest noise.

The only sound to be heard is their somewhat heavy breathing.

The fact is that they are all a little fat just now after the heavy gorging, but in time they will work this off.