Glenn and Hutter engaged in interested conversation with two Mexicans, evidently sheep herders.

If the wind and cold had not made Carley so uncomfortable she might have found the scene picturesque.

How black the night! She could scarcely distinguish the sky at all.

The cedar branches swished in the wind, and from the gloom came a low sound of waves lapping a rocky shore.

Presently Glenn held up a hand.
"Listen, Carley!" he said.
Then she heard strange wild yelps, staccato, piercing, somehow infinitely lonely.