All the others were off hunting.
Jan was delighted, and ran up the ladder at once.

So did Truey, and all three stood watching the odd movements of the four-handed creatures.
They perceived that the troop was actually marching in order; not _in line_, but with some understood arrangement.

There were scouts upon the wings, and leaders in front.

These were baboons of greater age and size than the others.

There were calls and signals, and the change of accent and tone would have convinced any one that a regular conversation was going on.