I looked and saw two men, running hard, cross the grass and dip into the bed of the stream.

A moment later I had a glimpse of figures on the edge of the forest, moving fast to the mouth of the glen.

The pursuit had not followed me; it had waited to cut me off.
Fool that I was, I had forgotten the wonders of Kaffir telegraphy.

It had been easy for Laputa to send word thirty miles ahead to stop any white man who tried to cross the Berg.
And then I knew that I was very weary..