Behind he could hear the savages advancing
with shouts and cries. He lagged further behind until the pursuers
were in sight. They did not see him, for they were not looking
among the branches of the trees for human quarry. The lad kept
just ahead of them. For a mile perhaps they continued the search,
and then they turned back toward the village. Here was the boy's
opportunity, that for which he had been waiting, while the hot
blood of revenge coursed through his veins until he saw his pursuers
through a scarlet haze.
When they turned back he turned and followed them. Akut was no
longer in sight. Thinking that the boy followed he had gone on
further ahead. He had no wish to tempt fate within range of those
deadly spears. Slinking silently from tree to tree the boy dogged
the footsteps of the returning warriors. At last one dropped behind
his fellows as they followed a narrow path toward the village. A
grim smile lit the lad's face. Swiftly he hurried forward until he
moved almost above the unconscious black--stalking him as Sheeta,
the panther, stalked his prey, as the boy had seen Sheeta do on
many occasions.
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