It seemed to him that he had heard something calling, for the sound
was lost against the sweep of wind coming up the gorge. Something
calling there in the night of the mountains as he himself had called
when he rode so wildly in the quest for McGurk. How long ago had
that been?
But it came once more, clear beyond all doubt. He recognized the voice
in spite of the panting which shook it; a wild wail like that of a
heartbroken child, coming closer to him like someone running: "Pierre!
Oh, Pierre!"
And all at once he knew that the moon was broad and bright and fair,
and the heavens clear and shining with gold points of light. Once more
the cry. He raised his arms and waited.
CHAPTER 38
So Mary, running through the wilderness of boulders, was guided
straight and found Pierre, and before the morning came, they were
journeying east side by side, east and down to the cities and a new
life; but Jacqueline, a thousand times quicker of foot and surer
of eye and ear, missed her goal, went past it, and still on and on,
running finally at a steady trot.
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