It was the signal which the remarkable animal always gave when close to the end of a trail.
"We shall soon know the worst," said Hugh, crashing through the wood with such haste that Tom had to hurry almost into a trot to save himself from dropping behind.
The singular call of the dog was heard again.

He wanted his friends to move faster.

It came from a point slightly to the left.
"Here he is!" exclaimed Hugh, making a sharp turn and showing more excitement than at any time during the evening.
"I see him! There he stands!" added Tom, stumbling forward.
With his right hand Hugh raised the lantern above his head, so that its glare was taken from their eyes.

The hound was close to a rock that rose some six or eight feet above the ground, and his nose was pointed toward the base of the black mass.

At the same moment the men saw something dark and light mixed together, like a bundle of clothing.
One bound and Hugh was on his knees, the lamp held even with his forehead while he peered downward and softly drew the clothing aside.
Tom was also stooping low and leaning forward with bated breath.
There lay little Dollie Bradley, sleeping as sweetly as if nestling beside her big brother in the warm bed at home.