Up the hill they sped, but the feet of Umslopogaas never wearied, his breath did not fail him.

Once more they drew near the lap of the Grey Witch where the cave was.

On rushed the bull, mad with fear.

He ran so swiftly that the wolves were left behind, since here for a space the ground was level to his feet.

Galazi looked on Umslopogaas at his side, and grinned.
"You do not run so ill, my brother, who have been sick of late.