Perhaps it may work.

Who knows ?" "Hello-o-o!" cried a voice seemingly close by.

"Hello-o-o!" "Where are you ?" called Tom.
"This way," answered the voice, and a light flashed a little distance off, revealing to them a man waving a lantern with one hand and beckoning with the other.

One and all dashed toward the light, feeling that shelter was at hand.
"It must be a hunter," panted Tom, "and he has heard the Elf's Horn." It was a hunter, and none other than old Jean.

Their blind wandering had taken them straight to the hunter's cabin.
"It is Mademoiselle Grace and her friends," cried the old man with delight.