Following the sniffing came a guttural noise of emptiness and desire.

Now there was no mistake; it was the half-witted fellow beyond all doubt, and he could help him--Dormy Jamais should help him: he should go and warn the Governor and the soldiers at the Hospital, while he himself would speed to Gorey in search of his father.

He would alarm the regiment there at the same time.
He knocked and shouted.

Dormy Jamais, frightened, jumped back into the street.

Ranulph called again, and yet again, and now at last Dormy recognised the voice.
With a growl of mingled reassurance and hunger, he lifted down the iron bar from the shutters.