Also I picked out of the upper right arm, and kept the bullet I had fired when it carried off the Kalubi.
This I found had sunk into and shattered the bone, but without absolutely breaking it.
On we went again bearing with us the god's skin, having first stuffed the head, hands and feet (these, I mean the hands and feet, had been cleaned out by the ants) with wet moss in order to preserve their shape.
It was no light burden, at least so declared Brother John and Hans, who bore it between them upon a dead bough from the fallen tree.
Of the rest of our journey to the water's edge there is nothing to tell, except that notwithstanding our loads, we found it easier to walk down that steep mountain side than it had been to ascend the same.

Still our progress was but slow, and when at length we reached the burying-place only about an hour remained to sunset.

There we sat down to rest and eat, also to discuss the situation.
What was to be done?
The arm of stagnant water lay near to us, but we had no boat with which to cross to the further shore.

And what was that shore?
A cave where a creature who seemed to be but half-human, sat watching like a spider in its web.

Do not let it be supposed that this question of escape had been absent from our minds.