And there, crossing it not more than three hundred yards away, we saw the pack.

There were fewer of them now; doubtless many had fallen out of the hunt, but many still remained.

Moreover, not far behind them rode the Khan, though his second mount was gone, or more probably he was riding it, having galloped the first to a standstill.
Our poor horses saw them also, and the sight lent them wings, for all the while they knew that they were running for their lives.

This we could tell from the way they quivered whenever the baying came near to them, not as horses tremble with the pleasureable excitement of the hunt, but in an extremity of terror, as I have often seen them do when a prowling tiger roars close to their camp.

On they went as though they were fresh from the stable, nor did they fail again until another four miles or so were covered and the river was but a little way ahead, for we could hear the rush of its waters.
Then slowly but surely the pack overtook us.