He followed, and a man came to him saying that the yellow men were near at hand, and sick of the sickness that shakes.

Muata gathered together his strength and pushed on.

Ohe! and he fell into the hands of his enemies like a child.

He went among them sleeping, and when he awoke his hands and limbs were bound.
"And the enemy mocked him, saying, 'Is this Muata ?' saying, 'even the ant will make him cry aloud;' and they smeared fat on him.

They shook the ants over him, and they bit deep.