The sleep was restless.
At dawn, he immediately got up.
Ban Jiu and the others were preparing to go out hunting.
Ma Lin sat by the fire, working on a spear.
He had reserved four spearheads made from bamboo slices for himself.
Yet, he had only crafted one spear shaft.
He carved a groove at the tip of the shaft, inserted the spearhead, bonded it with melted tree resin, and secured it with rope.
It would be ready in a few minutes.
He planned to go hunting, too.
But he only had this one spear.
He could use it as a lance.
His bow had been taken by the primitives.
When the hunting party assembled, he noticed a total of five people carrying bows.
Two of them were brought in by Tu Jun and himself, with a draw weight above seventy pounds, requiring tremendous arm strength to pull.
The other three were made from elm wood, crafted by Tu Jun over the past two days.
Elm-wood bows could also pack a punch, with these three ranging between thirty to fifty pounds in draw weight.
