hurry [ˈhʌrɪ], feather [ˈfeðə], arrow [ˈærəu]
"Come on!" Conan wrenched his sword free and snatched up an ax. "Grab a bow and a handful of arrows, and hurry! We've got to trust to our heels again. That yell was heard. They'll be here in no time. If we tried to swim now, they'd feather us with arrows before we reached midstream!"
6. Red Axes of the Border (Красные топоры границы)
6. Red Axes of the Border
(Красные топоры границы)
Conan did not plunge deeply into the forest (Конан не погрузился глубоко в лес). A few hundred yards from the river, he altered his slanting course and ran parallel with it (/в/ нескольких сотнях ярдов от реки он поменял свой наклонный курс и побежал параллельно ему). Balthus recognized a grim determination not to be hunted away from the river which they must cross if they were to warn the men in the fort (Балтус распознал мрачную решимость не быть отогнанным =
plunge [plʌnʤ], parallel [ˈpærəlel], pursuit [pəˈsju: t]
Conan did not plunge deeply into the forest. A few hundred yards from the river, he altered his slanting course and ran parallel with it. Balthus recognized a grim determination not to be hunted away from the river which they must cross if they were to warn the men in the fort. Behind them rose more loudly the yells of the forest men. Balthus believed the Picts had reached the glade where the bodies of the slain men lay. Then further yells seemed to indicate that the savages were streaming into the woods in pursuit. They had left a trail any Pict could follow.
Conan increased his speed (Конан увеличил свою скорость), and Balthus grimly set his teeth and kept on his heels, though he felt he might collapse any time (а Балтус мрачно стиснул /свои/ зубы и последовал за ним, хотя он чувствовал, /что/ он может свалиться /в/ любой момент). It seemed centuries since he had eaten last (это казалось веками =