The old dog, perfectly exhausted, crawled out of the jungle: he had received several additional wounds, including a severe gash in his throat.

He fell from exhaustion, and we made a litter with two poles and a horsecloth to carry him home.

Bran, Merriman, and Ploughboy were all severely wounded.

We were thoroughly beaten.

It was the first time that we had ever been beaten off, and I trust it may be the last.