Noozak followed.

A second shot came, and close over her head there sped a purring, terrible sound.

But Noozak did not hurry.

She kept behind Neewa, urging him on even as that pain of a red-hot iron in her groin filled her with agony.

They came to the edge of the timber as Challoner's third shot bit under Noozak's feet.
A moment more and they were within the barricade of the timber.
Instinct guided Neewa into the thickest part of it, and close behind him Noozak fought with the last of her dying strength to urge him on.
In her old brain there was growing a deep and appalling shadow, something that was beginning to cloud her vision so that she could not see, and she knew that at last she had come to the uttermost end of her trail.