None came, and he shouted a second time.

Then, from a distance, came a call.
"Well, I didn't think Todd was in that direction," he said to himself.
"I am twisted and no mistake." Again he started off, and this time found himself skirting a series of loose rocks of various sizes.

He was going down hill and occasionally loosened a round stone with his foot and sent it crashing to a thicket of cedars below.
A hundred yards were covered when Dave heard the cry again.

Now it was plainer, and it sounded a little like a call for help.
"Maybe Todd is in trouble," he mused.

"Perhaps that elk got up and attacked him!" And with this thought in his mind he set off on a dog-trot in the direction of the voice he had heard.
It was dangerous among the loose stones, and once Dave went down and rolled over and over, coming pretty close to hitting his face and shooting off his rifle.