Tyope pushed aside the stone implement and turned to go.

After leaving the corn he turned to the right, and gradually stooping went toward a grove of low pines.

Into that grove he penetrated slowly, cautiously, avoiding the least noise.

It was clearly his intention to conceal himself.

Once inside of the thicket of pine boughs he cowered, and after listening again and satisfying himself that nobody was around, he plunged his right arm beneath the branches that drooped down to the surface.