For a space nothing was said between them (какое-то время ничего /не/ было сказано между ними). The fugitives devoted all their attention to covering distance (беглецы посвятили все свое внимание прохождению дистанции). They were plunging deeper and deeper into the wilderness (они погружались глубже и глубже в дикие места / в чащобу) and getting farther away from civilization at every step (и удалялись /все/ дальше от цивилизации с каждым шагом), but Balthus did not question Conan’s wisdom (но Балтус не сомневался /в/ мудрости Конана). The Cimmerian presently took time to grunt (киммериец некоторое время спустя урвал время, /чтобы/ пробурчать): "When we're far enough away from the village we'll swing back to the river in a big circle (когда мы будем достаточно далеко от поселка, мы повернем назад к реке по большому кругу). No other village within miles of Gwawela (ни одного другого поселка в пределах =
devote [d'vut], every [evr], wisdom ['wzdm]
For a space nothing was said between them. The fugitives devoted all their attention to covering distance. They were plunging deeper and deeper into the wilderness and getting farther away from civilization at every step, but Balthus did not question Conan’s wisdom. The Cimmerian presently took time to grunt: "When we're far enough away from the village we'll swing back to the river in a big circle. No other village within miles of Gwawela. All the Picts are gathered in that vicinity. We'll circle wide around them. They can't track us until daylight. They'll pick up our path then, but before dawn we'll leave the trail and take to the woods."
They plunged on (они продолжали углубляться). The yells died out behind them (крики замерли позади них). Balthus' breath was whistling through his teeth (дыхание Балтуса свистело =
Somewhere the moon was rising, a dim white glow amidst a tangle of branches (где-то поднималась луна, неясный белый отсвет среди сплетения ветвей).
whistling ['wsl], torture [t: ], moon [mu: n]
They plunged on. The yells died out behind them. Balthus' breath was whistling through his teeth. He felt a pain in his side, and running became torture. He blundered against the bushes on each side of the trail. Conan pulled up suddenly, turned and stared back down the dim path.
Somewhere the moon was rising, a dim white glow amidst a tangle of branches.
"Shall we take to the woods?" panted Balthus (мы направимся в лес? — пропыхтел Балтус;
"Give me your ax," murmured Conan softly (дай мне твой топор, — прошептал Конан тихо). "Something is close behind us (что-то близко позади нас)." "Then we'd better leave the trail!" exclaimed Balthus (тогда нам лучше сойти с тропы! — воскликнул Балтус;
"We can't fight the whole tribe!" whispered Balthus (мы не можем сражаться /с/ целым племенем! — прошептал Балтус).
"No human being could have found our trail so quickly, or followed us so swiftly," muttered Conan (ни один человек /не/ мог бы найти наш след так скоро или последовать за нами так быстро, — пробормотал Конан;
drew [dru: ], being [bi: ], silent ['salnt]
"Shall we take to the woods?" panted Balthus.