If I could hear Sounder, he could hear me, so I yelled encouragement.

The echoes clapped back at me like so many slaps in the face.

I watched the hound until he disappeared among broken heaps of stone, and long after that his bay floated to me.
Having rested, I essayed the discovery of some of my lost companions or the hounds, and began to climb.

Before I started, however, I was wise enough to study the rim wall above, to familiarize myself with the break so I would have a landmark.

Like horns and spurs of gold the pinnacles loomed up.