The hound listened, but was not interested.

He kept close beside the hunter or at his heels, a stealthily stepping, warily glancing hound, not scenting the four-footed denizens of the forest.

He expected his master to put him on the trail of men.
The distance from the Park to Gore Peak, as a crow would have flown, was not great.

But Wade progressed slowly; he kept to the dense parts of the forest; he avoided the open aisles, the swales, the glades, the high ridges, the rocky ground.

When he came to the Elgeria trail he was not disappointed to find it smooth, untrodden by any recent travel.