She picked up a stone, raised it in the awkward manner in which most girls handle missiles, and running toward the boy hurled it at him.

It fell far short of its mark, of course, and Shyuote only laughed, danced, and grimaced so much the more.

As Sayap kept advancing and the other girls followed, he threw a second clod, which struck her squarely in the face, and so sharply that blood flowed from her nose and mouth.

At the same time the rogue shouted at the top of his voice,-- "Come on! All of you! I am not afraid.

You will never catch me!" And as the majority of his pursuers came on, while two or three remained behind soothing and consoling Sayap, who stood still, crying and bleeding, he thrust out his tongue at them its full length, performed a number of odious grimaces, and then nimbly clambered up between a group of erosive cones that lay in front of the cliff.