So they fled in terror.

The baby cried, and, fearful that its wails would betray their hiding-place, they had cast it away in the bushes.

Then they had fled into the depths of the forest and, huddled together in silent fear, waited in the hope that the Kara Mojas would leave.

Finally they heard Kavirondo's shouts and then after hours of indecision they decided to come in.
That is the end of the story.

The Wanderobo, grateful to us, led us by secret trails out of the wilderness, or as far as he dared to go.