"What will the council do?" I asked helplessly.
The hum of the village and the blurred voices of the bowmen at the foot of the Breast rasped through the night.
"They will give you up. Kokyan said there should be no argument. It was sufficient sign of your harmfulness that the Awataba were so emboldened. And when Wiki argued against it, the Bowmen said they would lay waste the valley, even though they all perished for it. Then Angwusi joined with Kokyan, and I spoke as I said."
"Hark!" said Peter.
From the plaza came a bellow of voices.
"The council is ended," exclaimed Kachina. "They are coming."
"A few of them will die," I answered grimly. "You had best go."
"Old fool!" she retorted contemptuously. "You have no wits. They will block up the doorway, and break in upon you from above. You have no chance here."
"Then we will go out into the open."
"No, you shall come with me. I know a way. It is dangerous in daylight, and perhaps we shall all perish; but if we gain the cliff-top we can hold our own. Come! I will lead Tawannears, and do you others follow him."