Nothing was lost.

A man of soft civilization, sitting at a desk, would have grown lean and woe-begone on the fare that kept Kama and Daylight at the top-notch of physical efficiency.

They knew, as the man at the desk never knows, what it is to be normally hungry all the time, so that they could eat any time.

Their appetites were always with them and on edge, so that they bit voraciously into whatever offered and with an entire innocence of indigestion.
By three in the afternoon the long twilight faded into night.

The stars came out, very near and sharp and bright, and by their light dogs and men still kept the trail.