There was a time I wronged my uncle, my father's elder brother, who brought me up. On this occasion, my cousin and I had overstayed our specific time on the farm, causing the whole household a lot of panics. We had been instructed not to stay beyond late afternoon at the farmstead, no matter what work we might be doing on the farm. That day, because we were hunting small game, we forgot ourselves. The early afternoon grew into early evening, and then darkness was setting in. The farther into the bush we hunted the more game we caught. We were oblivious of the risks to which we exposed ourselves. Cases of child-kidnapping were rampant then, though we had never had a brush with the child-hunting ritual killers. Suddenly, darkness descended like a dark curtain. It dawns on us that there was someone at home whose rules we had violated.
Quickly, we ran home, but it was too late; the whole household had set out to look for us at the farmstead which we had left hours earlier for the bush. Their panic had multiplied by the time they arrived at the farmstead. Getting home, and discovering that only granny was in, we knew we had had it. Meanwhile, my uncle and his luckless team went from one farmstead to another searching for us. When it was too dark for them to find their way around, they bent their steps towards home to plan the next search strategy. But then they found us waiting.
The old man was too tired, too angry to beat us. He just stared like the devil at us. Oh! How much that stare froze me! I wished I could just melt away before his eyes. I wished he had taken a whip and thrashed me. But he didn't! He simply sat in that dark corner of the room, bent double like a tired masquerade. Looking at his pathetic figure down there, I couldn't bear it any longer, I started crying. It was then that I discovered that my cousin had indeed set the pace only that he had been sobbing quietly.
```What specific order had the writer and his cousin been given?