Something calling there in the night of the mountains as he himself had called when he rode so wildly in the quest for McGurk.

How long ago had that been?
But it came once more, clear beyond all doubt.

He recognized the voice in spite of the panting which shook it; a wild wail like that of a heartbroken child, coming closer to him like someone running: "Pierre! Oh, Pierre!" And all at once he knew that the moon was broad and bright and fair, and the heavens clear and shining with gold points of light.

Once more the cry.

He raised his arms and waited..