A moment afterwards he thought he heard his own name pronounced distinctly.

The cry proceeded from the grotto.
He bounded like a chamois, cocking his carbine as he went, and in a moment reached the summit of a hill opposite to that on which he had perceived the traveller.

Three cries for help came more distinctly to his ear.

He cast his eyes around him and saw a man carrying off Teresa, as Nessus, the centaur, carried Dejanira.

This man, who was hastening towards the wood, was already three-quarters of the way on the road from the grotto to the forest.