"
"It is well," said Om-at. "Id-an, you are swift--carry word to the
warriors of Kor-ul-ja that we fight the Kor-ul-lul upon the ridge
and that Ab-on shall send a hundred men."
Id-an, the son of An-un, sped swiftly toward the cliff-dwellings
of the Kor-ul-ja while the others charged the oncoming Kor-ul-lul,
the war cries of the two tribes rising and falling in a certain
grim harmony. The leaders of the Kor-ul-lul paused at sight of the
reinforcements, waiting apparently for those behind to catch up
with them and, possibly, also to learn how great a force confronted
them. The leaders, swifter runners than their fellows, perhaps,
were far in advance while the balance of their number had not yet
emerged from the brush; and now as Om-at and his companions fell
upon them with a ferocity born of necessity they fell back, so that
when their companions at last came in sight of them they appeared
to be in full rout. The natural result was that the others turned
and fled.
Encouraged by this first success Om-at followed them into the
brush, his little company charging valiantly upon his either side,
and loud and terrifying were the savage yells with which they
pursued the fleeing enemy. The brush, while not growing so closely
together as to impede progress, was of such height as to hide the
members of the party from one another when they became separated
by even a few yards.
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