Robert and the hunter followed him in close imitation.

Thus they gained the bank, and the three drew long breaths of deep and intense relief, as they stepped upon firm ground.

But they could not afford to linger.

Tayoga still in front, they plunged into the depths of the forest, and advanced at speed a half hour, when they heard a single faint cry behind them.
"They've found our trail at the end of the natural bridge," said Willet.
"It is so," said Tayoga, in his precise school English.
"And they're mad, mad clean through," said the hunter.

"That single cry shows it.