It's all right.

We'll soon have a hold of him." A weary whimper as of a child worn out with hopeless crying had reached our ears.

Turkey immediately began to climb the side of the knoll.
"Stay where you are, Ranald," he said.

"I can go up quieter than you." I obeyed.

Cautious as a deer-stalker, he ascended, still on his hands and knees.