Knows the ways of it.

Revolvers ready!" I handed my sorrel to Doolittle.

He stopped behind, holding the three foam-bespattered and panting horses, while Colebrook and I dived after our fugitive into the matted bushes.
The thicket, as I have said, was impenetrable above; but it was burrowed at its base by over-ground runs of some wild animal--not, I think, a very large one; they were just like the runs which rabbits make among gorse and heather, only on a bigger scale--bigger, even, than a fox's or badger's.

By crouching and bending our backs, we could crawl through them with difficulty into the scrubby tangle.

It was hard work creeping.
The runs divided soon.