Then without a word Duff seized his pack, and swung into the trail, every man following him in his order.

Without pausing, except for a brief half hour at noon, and another later in the day for eating, they pressed the trail, running what rapids they could and portaging the others, until in the early evening they saw, far away, a dirty blur on the skyline.
"Hurrah!" yelled Fielding.

"Good old firebus, waiting for us." "Somebody run ahead and hold her," said Duff.
Barry flung his pack down and started away.
"Come back here, Barry," cried Knight.

"You're not fit.

You're all in." "That's right, too," said McCuaig.