Something stirred once or twice.

It was not far from me.

I was uncertain whether it was HIM--Sebastian--or a Kaffir earth-hog, the animal which seemed likeliest to have made the burrows.

Was he going to elude us, even now?
Would he turn upon us with a knife?
If so, could we hold him?
At last, when we had pushed our way some distance in, we heard a wild cry from outside.

It was Doolittle's voice.