He crept stealthily toward the round building.
There was an air-hole in the rim which rose above the ground.

Crouching like a cat, the boy cautiously peered through this opening, but quickly withdrew with an expression of disappointment.

The underground chamber was not even finished; its walls were dark and raw, the floor rough, and on this floor a half-dozen young fellows in every stage of dress or undress were lounging.

One of them mechanically touched a small drum with a stick, while two or three of the others were humming a monotonous tune to the rhythm of his rappings.

Shyuote stole away in evident discontent; his curiosity was satisfied, but at the expense of his expectations.
Loud laughter, screams, and animated talking diverted his attention, and caused him to run in the direction of the new house of the Corn clan.