His garments were torn and tattered.
His limbs were bruised and bleeding.
As the Cave-men looked in silence, he sank exhausted to the ground.
Then the Cave-men gathered around him.
They raised him up and looked into his face.
They could scarcely believe what they saw.
It was Sharpeyes.
No wonder they did not know him.
He had been one of their bravest hunters.
He had left them young and happy, but now he looked old and haggard.