The echoes caught it, and carried it round and round Red Mountain, and set the dogs to barking all along the streams.

Lights seemed to dance and move quickly on the outskirts of the town for a few moments, the stream rippled quite audibly beside them, a few stones loosened themselves from the hillside and splashed into the stream, a heavy wind seemed to surge the branches of the funereal pines, and then the silence seemed to fall thicker, heavier, and deadlier.

The master turned toward Mliss with an unconscious gesture of protection, but the child had gone.

Oppressed by a strange fear, he ran quickly down the trail to the river's bed, and, jumping from boulder to boulder, reached the base of Red Mountain and the outskirts of the village.

Midway of the crossing he looked up and held his breath in awe.