Once I saw Jones crossing a ledge far above me, and I yelled our signal cry.

The answer returned clear and sharp; then its echo cracked under the hollow cliff, and crossing and recrossing the ravine, it died at last far away, like the muffled peal of a bell-buoy.

Again I heard the blended yelping of the hounds, and closer at hand.

I saw a long, low cliff above, and decided that the hounds were running at the base of it.

Another chorus of yelps, quicker, wilder than the others, drew a yell from me.