The cliff which was the gully wall, at this point was some fifty
feet high. I stared up to a patch of yellow light which had appeared
there in the darkness. A band of the murderous Orgs! Carrying flaming
torches, a dozen or more of the gargoyle savages stood above us on the
cliff-brink. One stood in advance of them, pointing down at us. He was
the other one, doubtless, who had originally been down here with Ama.
Around them, half a dozen of the huge greenish mimes bounded, whining
with gibbering cries of eagerness.
And in that instant, an arrow came down. I saw one of the savages sling
it from a flexible, whip-like contrivance. The whizzing metal shaft
sang past our heads and clattered on the rocks.