They undressed, and waded through to him.
"Congela," he said, pointing to the bank.

"The great ones came out here.

The great, great one was not sore hurt, for he came right through, using all his feet to swim." "It will be luck, then, if we find him," said the hunter.
"Bad luck," muttered Compton to Venning, with a grin.
"Forward, little friend!" cried Muata.

"Search and find.

It is a great hunt this day.