The savage look- out men, standing erect in the sharp bows of the long canoes, motioned to the paddlemen to stop, and all heads were turned to the wind to catch any sound in case the hunted should attempt to move away.

Fierce eyes were directed towards one spot, where the fire blazed on the island over against the place where the Okapi had laid up.
Not a whisper had come from the three in the boat.

After they had first seen the signal smoke, which told them so plainly that Mr.
Hume's suspicions were justified, they had crouched low, watching every move that was visible to them.
A canoe rounded their hiding-place and crept stealthily by towards the narrow passage with its screen of bushes, every man fixing his gaze directly ahead, the broad nostrils quivering, and spears grasped in the hands that were not busy with the paddles.
Then through the silence there came the sharp yap of a dog who has struck the scent, and next the loud, excited bark.

Too cautious to land on the suspected island themselves, some of the canoe-men had drawn near from the north side and thrown a cur on the island to find the white men in their supposed hiding.

The dog had, of course, struck the spoor and found the dark hiding, empty, but suspicious- looking.