Immediately a twang sounded from the heights above him, and a whiz followed.

Tyope bounded to his feet, reeled for a moment; another twang and another whizzing,--an arrow struck the ground where he had lain; but already the Queres was away, leaping from rock to rock, tearing through shrubbery and thickets like a frightened mountain sheep.
Stones rolled from above; somebody was hastening down in pursuit; arrow upon arrow sped after the fugitive.

But Tyope was safely out of reach and in the bottom, whither the Navajo did not dare to follow.

A drizzling noise, like that of pebbles dropping from a height, told that the pursuer had withdrawn to the woods again; then all was still.
Down below on the edge of the brook lay Tyope, panting from exhaustion.
His life was safe and he felt unhurt, but he was overcome by emotion and effort.

As long as the excitement had lasted his physical strength had held out.