“Get one of the rugs to put round you.”
“Shall we have a good look round, first, herr?”
“No, don’t,” said Saxe. “It is so dark, and there are so many stones about. Yes, let’s go,” he added suddenly, as the thought flashed across his brain that if he declined his companions would think him cowardly.
Just at that moment, from out of the darkness, about fifty yards away, the cry rose again, but short and sudden, like a bit of the fag end of the shriek which had roused them from their sleep.
“There!” cried Saxe.
“Yes, herr—there!” said the guide, and he began to laugh silently. “Why, it quite startled me. I ought to have known.”
“What was it?” cried Dale, as the curious wild cry seemed still to be ringing in his ears.
“What was it, herr? Don’t you know?”
“Of course not.”
“It was Gros.”