Well, he dreamed--I use his own words as nearly as possible--that again he heard those accursed death-hounds in full cry.

Nearer and nearer they came, following our spoor to the edge of the river--all the pack that had run down the horses.

At the water's brink they halted and were mute.

Then suddenly a puff of wind brought the scent of us upon the island to one of them which lifted up its head and uttered a single bay.

The rest clustered about it, and all at once they made a dash at the water.
Leo could see and hear everything.