But don't talk.

We shall want every bit of breath in our bodies before we have done.

This way! By the cane-piece there!" With heads erect, arms well back, and our chests expanded to their utmost capacity we sped silently onward; and although we do not despair we realize to the full that we are running for our lives; grim Death is on our track and only by God's help and good fortune can we hope to escape.
Across the savanna, past corn-fields and cane-pieces we race without pause--looking neither to the right nor left--until we reach the road leading to the hills.

Here we stop a few seconds, take a few deep breaths, and then, on again.

So far, the road has been tolerable, almost level and free from obstructions.