He remembered how some of the men had run from the battle. As he recalled their terror-struck faces he felt scorn for them. They had surley been more fleet and more wild than was absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for himself, he had fled with descretion and dignity.

     This passage was a little unsettling to me. For one the boy is a hypocrite. He himself ran from the battle, wheather he did it wildly or not, he still ran and that makes him no better than them he shuns. Another thing is he called them weak mortals. That makes him sound like he is above them, like he is a god that can't do wrong. This guy needs to a big dose of reallity.

     They staggerd after Luke, but it was too late. Everybody converged on the creek as Luke ran across into friendly territory. Our side exploded into cheers. The red banner shimmered and turned to silver. The boar and spear were replaced with a huge caduceus, the symbol of cabin eleven. Everybody on the blue team picked up Luke and started carrying him around on their shoulders. Chiron cantered out from the woods and blew the conch horn.

     They ran after the stag, they had missed, but it had disappeared into the woods. As everybody gathered around, murmuring could be heard through the group. Most were complaining about not getting a shot. The elders of the group knew the situation was much more dier than that. If the men did not get food soon, the village would starve. As if the drout had'nt been bad enough, the game was  growing scarce. The men heard the warning horn and quickly ran back to the collection of huts. One climbed the watch tower to see, what looked like, a swarm of ant in the distance. It was the tribe from the valley.