Meanwhile Rod concealed himself behind a rock, from which vantage-point he could see the whole of that part of the valley across which they had come.
He looked at his watch and in tense anxiety counted every minute after that.

He allowed ten minutes for the dressing of Mukoki's wound.

Every second gained from then on would be priceless.

For a quarter of an hour he kept his eyes with ceaseless vigilance upon their back trail.

Surely the Woongas had secured their snow-shoes by this time! Was it possible that they had given up the pursuit--that their terrible experience in the dip had made them afraid of further battle?
Rod answered this question in the negative.