How wild and mournful and hungry! How marvelously pure! Helen shuddered through all her frame with the thrill of its music, the wild and unutterable and deep emotions it aroused.

Again a sound of this forest had pierced beyond her life, back into the dim remote past from which she had come.
The cry was not repeated.

The coyotes were still.

And silence fell, absolutely unbroken.
Dale nudged Helen, and then reached over to give Bo a tap.

He was peering keenly ahead and his strained intensity could be felt.