"I'll go back and wait for you with the horses." "But you can't go alone.

Take two of the men." "Then I'll go on," she said.

"It would be foolish to weaken the pursuit, and I am certainly not tired." The trail bent to the right as though the runaways had changed their mind and headed for the Balesuna.

But the trail still continued to bend to the right till it promised to make a loop, and the point of intersection seemed to be the edge of the plantation where the horses had been left.
Crossing one of the quiet jungle spaces, where naught moved but a velvety, twelve-inch butterfly, they heard the sound of shots.
"Eight," Joan counted.

"It was only one gun.