The Chatterer, who had been away all day and who was only then returning, heard the noise and rushed for the spot.

My mother also rushed, but he got there first.

Lop-Ear and I did not wait his coming.

We were off and away, and the Chatterer gave us the chase of our lives through the trees.
After the chase was over, and Lop-Ear and I had had out our laugh, we discovered that twilight was falling.

Here was night with all its terrors upon us, and to return to the caves was out of the question.
Red-Eye made that impossible.