But Paul, without knowing a word that they said, understood, too.

His imagination supplied the place of knowledge.

They were full of wrath because they had lost the trail of the two whom they had regarded as certainly theirs, and to seek them in the vast maze of logs and brush was like looking for one dead leaf among the millions.
The two warriors stood still for a full minute, and then moved on out of sight.

Paul drew a deep breath of relief, like a sigh, and Henry's hand was pressed once more upon his shoulder.
"Not a sound yet, not a sound, Paul!" he whispered ever so softly.

"They will hunt here a long time." More warriors, treading on the logs, showed that his caution was not misplaced.