A few minutes after his conversation with Jim the party started, following the broad track through the grass along the foot of the hill.

Reuben informed Mr.Blount of what Jim had told him.
"By Jove, I think he is right," the settler said.

"The track is as broad as it was, but it is nothing like so much trampled down; but if your fellow says the main body have gone over the hill, why are you following this track ?" Reuben gave his reasons, and said that his man had, before, had suspicions that the trackers were in communication with the wild blacks.
"He thinks that's why it is that they have so frequently failed, here, to catch any of these fellows." "I shouldn't be at all surprised," Mr.Blount said savagely.

"The best thing would be to put a bullet into each of the rascals' heads." "I think Jim's idea is best," Reuben said.

"Now that we have once got our eyes open, they won't be able to do us any more harm; and my black fellow will see we follow the trail right.