about five in the afternoon
When it was impenetrable he went round it , and by some wonderful instinct got into the same line again . Thus they cut clean across the wood but found no tracks . Then the savage , being out in the open , trotted easily down the woodside to the southwest point ; here he entered and took a line straight as an arrow to the northeast . It was about five in the afternoon . Kalingalunga was bleeding all over with scratches , and Jem was torn to pieces and done up . He was just about to tell the other that he must give in , when Kalingalunga suddenly stopped , and pointed to the ground : `` Track ! '' `` What of ? ''