Okoya hastily gathered up his arrows, and called Shyuote to his side.

But the boy did not care to obey.

Thirst for revenge held him to the spot of his defeat; he shook his fists at the girls, clenched his teeth, and began to threaten vengeance, and to shower uncomplimentary expressions upon them.

As soon, however, as the one who had so effectually routed him showed again a decided movement toward his raven locks, he beat a hasty retreat to his elder brother.

This change of base excited new hilarity, and under a shower of jokes and sarcasms the two boys departed.