The crack of their rifles soon announced to Kathlyn that the dread of wolves was a thing of the past.

She wisely refrained from recounting her experiences.
The men had worry enough.
After a hasty meal the journey toward the sea-port began in earnest.
Umballa's attack had thrown them far out of the regular track.

They were now compelled to make a wide detour.

Where the journey might have been made in three days, they would be lucky now if they reached the sea under five.

The men took turns in standing watch whenever they made camp, and Kathlyn nor Pundita had time for idleness.