What's that again ?" The sound was closer now and unmistakably something other than the moan of the wind.
Jacqueline turned in great excitement to Mary: "Did McGurk hear that sound down the gorge ?" "Yes.

I think so.

And then he--" "My God!" "What is it ?" "Pierre, and he's calling for--d'you hear ?" Clear and loud, though from a great distance, the wind carried up the sound and the echo preserved it: "McGurk!" "McGurk!" repeated Mary.
"Yes! And you brought him up here with you, and brought his death to Pierre.

What'll you do to save him now?
Pierre!" She turned and fled out among the trees, and after her ran Mary, calling, like the other: "Pierre!".