It magnified our contract--we must find running water.
We tore along at a good gait, and soon left the sounds far behind and modified to a murmur.

We struck a stream and darted into it.
We waded swiftly down it, in the dim forest light, for as much as three hundred yards, and then came across an oak with a great bough sticking out over the water.

We climbed up on this bough, and began to work our way along it to the body of the tree; now we began to hear those sounds more plainly; so the mob had struck our trail.

For a while the sounds approached pretty fast.

And then for another while they didn't.