"Do you think he is hurt ?" "No, no!" Bertrand hastened to reassure her.

"He is only afraid.

We will go to him." He stretched out a hand to her, and she put hers into it as naturally as a child.

Her chin was quivering, and her voice, when she tried to call to the dog, broke down upon a sob.
"He will never know where we are because of the echoes," she said.
"He is not far," declared the Frenchman consolingly.

"See, here is the passage.