Heretofore it was Neewa who had led in their wandering; now it was Neewa that followed.

His nostrils filled with the heavy scent of the pack, Miki travelled steadily in the direction of the plain.

It took him half an hour to reach the edge of it.

After that he came to a wide and stony out-cropping of the earth over which he nosed the spoor to a low and abrupt descent into the wider range of the valley.
Here he stopped.
Twenty feet under him and fifty feet away lay the partly devoured carcass of the young bull.

It was not this fact that thrilled him until his heart stood still.