His trail could easily be taken by any of the hounds.

Vexed and anxious, I signaled again and again.

Once, long after the echo had gone to sleep in some hollow canyon, I caught a faint "Wa-a-ho-o-o!" But it might have come from the clouds.

I did not hear a hound barking above me on the slope; but suddenly, to my amazement, Sounder's deep bay rose from the abyss below.

I ran along the rim, called till I was hoarse, leaned over so far that the blood rushed to my head, and then sat down.