Teni drew Mavo close to him and wiped the tears from her eyes. He knew that this tribe of Indians hated his people, and would kill him and his sister if they should find them.
It was well that the children were hidden by the trees, for the Indians passed by without seeing them.
The children’s eyes were filled with red dust so that they could not see for a long time.
When the dust cleared away, they saw a man running toward them.
He was running from those fierce Indians.
“Look, look, Teni,” said Mavo, “there is father coming for us. See! Here he is! Call him, Teni!”
Teni jumped up very quickly and called as loudly as he could.
The man understood the call because he was a cliff-dweller too.