Still same.
"Enough."
He called at last, the boy was moving to and fro though still hand in hand. The women didn't want to stop yet, but then one after the other they began to let go of the two chiefs.
The chiefs were left with one last woman who kicked the mean one in the face with her woody sandal, and his nose cracked.
The women walked away, back to their usual position as the two chiefs tried to stand up. As they did, they fell over and over again. The hit and kicks had really messed them up that their lives were beginning to seem like an illusion.
They couldn't get back on their knees. They were lying on the earth side by side on their sides. Their eyes weak and their faces swollen, like bags of spoils or say, fannypacks or satchels.
"We can't have them die in this manner. Makes us no better than them."
