This started her companions again, and the one nearest to Okoya exclaimed,-- "Mitsha help us throw the water in your urn over the head of the boy.
Okoya began it all, give it to him, too.

You are strong enough." At the mention of Okoya's name the maiden addressed as Mitsha started.
She threw a quick glance like a flash at him.

Her face quivered and coloured slightly.

Turning away, she deposited the water-urn at the foot of the wall, and remained standing, her eyes directed to the cliffs, her lithe fingers carelessly playing with the beads of her necklace.

She was disinclined to take any part in the fray, and her behaviour acted as a damper on the buoyancy of the others.