Hear him! He's opened up! Hi! Hi! Hi!" The deep, full mellow bay of the hound came ringing on the clear air.
"Wallace, you go down.

Frank and I will climb out on that pointed crag.
Grey, you stay here.

Then we'll have the slide between us.

Listen and watch!" From my promontory I watched Wallace go down with his gigantic strides, sending the rocks rolling and cracking; and then I saw Jones and Frank crawl out to the end of a crumbling ruin of yellow wall which threatened to go splintering and thundering down into the abyss.
I thought, as I listened to the penetrating voice of the hound, that nowhere on earth could there be a grander scene for wild action, wild life.

My position afforded a commanding view over a hundred miles of the noblest and most sublime work of nature.