The hollows began to get deeper, and the ridges between them narrower.

No longer could we keep a straight course.
On the crest of one of the ridges we found Jones awaiting us.

Jude, Tige and Don lay panting at his feet.

Plainly the Colonel appeared vexed.
"Listen," he said, when we reined in.
We complied, but did not hear a sound.
"Frank's beyond there some place," continued Jones, "but I can't see him, nor hear the hounds anymore.

Don and Tige split again on deer trails.