They were bushmen themselves, and they were used to this silent warfare, though the devices were different from those employed by them in their own bush.

Most awed of all were Joan and Sheldon, but, being whites, they were not supposed to be subject to such commonplace emotions, and their task was to carry the situation off with careless bravado as befitted "big fella marsters" of the dominant breed.
Binu Charley took the lead as they pushed on, and trap after trap yielded its secret lurking-place to his keen scrutiny.

The way was beset with a thousand annoyances, chiefest among which were thorns, cunningly concealed, that penetrated the bare feet of the invaders.

Once, during the afternoon, Binu Charley barely missed being impaled in a staked pit that undermined the trail.

There were times when all stood still and waited for half an hour or more while Binu Charley prospected suspicious parts of the trail.