“We can’t go that way,” said Limberleg, “and it’s no use to go back.”
“We’ll go up the path to the edge of the wood, then follow the river,” said Hawk-Eye. “Maybe no one will see us. It’s the best we can do. Be quiet and be quick.”
He set off at a swift trot, his spear in his hand. The two children followed with their mother.
“I see shadows moving in the trees,” said Firefly. Both twins wished very much
that they were at home with Grannie just at that moment.
“They are following us, higher up on the bluff,” Limberleg answered in a low voice.
Hawk-Eye had seen all that they had seen, and more, but he said nothing.
He trotted on. Just then a chunk of mud and dirt came flying through the air and struck Hawk-Eye on the head. Stones, sticks, and all sorts of missiles followed.
“Keep on running,” said Hawk-Eye.