He ordered Lad to "Speak!" and shook his fist angrily at the dog, when no answering bark followed.
Despairing of making anyone hear his trumpeting announcement that he had found the child, Lad presently made up his mind as to the only course that remained.

Wheeling about, head down, he faced the storm again; and set off at what speed he could compass, toward home, to lead the Master to the spot where Cyril was trapped.

This seemed the only expedient left.

It was what he had done, long ago, when Lady had caught her foot in a fox-trap, back in the woods.
As the dog vanished from against the gray-black sky-line, Cyril set up a howl of wrathful command to him to come back.

Anything was better than to be in this dreary spot alone.