As leader of his tribe, Urb was concerned about the lack of game.
Bash him off, Urb; 'e'll have my bloomin' eyes outer my ed.'
They were six; besides those named by Urb, Mog, the sullen, had been taken.
Not until the group had drawn abreast the ambushers did Urb give the signal.
Urb sat crouched near the foot of a lofty escarpment that contained the tribal caves.
Urb roused them, then, and once more the savage band took up their march.
It was toward this trail that Urb turned his footsteps, motioning for his companions to follow.
Urb sniffed in short rapid inhalations, his unkempt visage twisted in a ferocious scowl.
Urb gave the female only a passing glance; his attention was riveted on the five unsuspecting men.
While only a short distance ahead, Urb and his four companions plodded slowly on toward their distant homes.