"Ja," assented Corlaer. "Der bowmen are madt. Dey go crazy, eh?"
Tawannears said nothing. He had not spoken in the hour which had elapsed since the serpent priests had driven us from the plaza. Until the light failed I had been able to see him sitting motionless, with his back to the wall, his eyes staring into vacancy. Now, I suppose, he occupied the same position. At any rate, I could not see him.
"If we had but a pound of powder and ball between us," I groaned.
"What use?" replied Corlaer. "If you kill all der people in Homolobi we hafe still der Awataba."
"No use," I admitted. "Yet I like not the thought of dying in a trap."
"We will not be deadt alone," the Dutchman grunted. "Ha!"
His exclamation was caused by the soft tread of a foot in the doorway. I jumped to one side, drawing the knife and tomahawk from my belt.
"Into the open!" I whispered.
But Kachina's voice answered me, the sibilant Spanish just loud enough to reach my ear.
"Quiet! 'Tis I."