There remained the chance also that the dogs would tire and refuse to pursue the chase.
This, however, seemed scarcely probable, for they were extraordinarily swift and strong, and so savage that when once they had scented blood, in which doubtless our horses' hoofs were steeped, they would fall dead from exhaustion sooner than abandon the trail.

Indeed, both the Khania and Simbri had often told us as much.

Another chance--they might lose the scent, but seeing its nature, again this was not probable.

Even an English pack will carry the trail of a red herring breast high without a fault for hours, and here was something stronger--a cunning compound of which the tell-tale odour would hold for days.

A last chance.