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Chapter five Out of the Snarly HillsIn the time it took them to march through the forest to the River of Bloody Jaws, Seg was forced to admit to himself that the dinkus, Diomb and Bamba, proved themselves to be a fine addition to the little party. They knew this place, for it was their home. Diomb had only recently gone through the mysteries and ordeals of manhood and emerged as a dinko hunter. Bamba and he were quite clearly intoxicated with each other. That was very nice for them — now. Seg scowled a bit, and looked loweringly on Milsi, who, for her part, disdained to notice. When they heard up ahead the clink and clatter of bottles and glasses, the apparent murmur of happy human voices, Diomb brightened up. He was a mischievous fellow. He glanced up sideways at Seg, half-laughing.