And to hear his father's name dropped like this into the night moved the lad strangely.

He lay close, listening with all his ears, expecting passionately, he knew not what.
But nothing came--or the wind carried it away.

When he was rested, Reuben got up and began to move about with the lantern, apparently throwing its light from side to side.
'David! Louie!' The hoarse, weak voice, strained to its utmost pitch, died away on the night wind, and a weird echo came back from the cliffs of the Downfall.
There was no menace in the cry--rather a piteous entreaty.

The truant below had a strange momentary impulse to answer--to disclose himself.

But it was soon past, and instead, he crept well out of reach of the rays which flashed over the precipitous ground about him.