Buthewasrefused；theyouthroguishlytellinghim，thattheweaponwasverygoodforhimtheTypee，butthatawhitemancouldfightmuchbetterwithhisfists。
Themerryhumourofthisyoungwagseemedtobesharedbytherest，forinspiteoftheirwarlikecriesandgestures，everybodywascaperingaboutandlaughing，asifitwasoneofthefunniestthingsintheworldtobeawaitingtheflightofascoreortwoofHapparjavelinsfromanambushinthethickets。
Whilemycomradewasinvaintryingtomakeoutthemeaningofallthis，agoodnumberofthenativesseparatedthemselvesfromtherestandranoffintothegroveononeside，theothersnowkeepingperfectlystill，asifawaitingtheresult。Afteralittlewhile，however，Mow-Mow，whostoodinadvance，motionedthemtocomeonstealthily，whichtheydid，scarcelyrustlingaleaf。Thustheycreptalongfortenorfifteenminutes，everynowandthenpausingtolisten。
Tobybynomeansrelishedthissortofskulking；iftherewasgoingtobeafighthewantedittobeginatonce。Butallingoodtime，-forjustthen，astheywentprowlingintothethickestofthewood，terrifichowlsburstuponthemonallsides，andvolleysofdartsandstonesflewacrossthepath。Notanenemywastobeseen，andwhatwasstillmoresurprising，notasinglemandropped，thoughthepebblesfellamongtheleaveslikehail。
Therewasamoment’spause，whentheTypees，withwildshrieks，flungthemselvesintothecovert，spearinhand；norwasTobybehindhand。Comingsoneargettinghisskullbrokenbythestones，andanimatedbyanoldgrudgeheboretheHappars，hewasamongthefirsttodashatthem。Ashebrokehiswaythroughtheunderbrush，trying，ashedidso，towrestaspearfromayoungchief，theshoutsofbattleallofasuddenceased，andthewoodwasasstillasdeath。Thenextmoment，thepartywhohadleftthemsomysteriouslyrushedoutfrombehindeverybushandtree，andunitedwiththerestinlongandmerrypealsoflaughter。