It was from the hollow and unseen recess down at the foot of the cliff that the cry seemed to arise, which had come in response to the calls of those on the summit. On reaching the place above, they knelt down, and looked over, but were not able to distinguish any human being, or any sign of the presence of one. But as they looked anxiously over, the cry arose, not very loud, but quite distinct now, and assured them that this was the place which sheltered the one who had uttered that cry.
Captain Corbet now thrust his head over as far as he could, and gave a call in his loudest voice.
"Hal-lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"
To which there came up in answer a cry that sounded like—
"Hi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i!"
"Solomo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on!"
"He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ey!"
"Is that yo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ou?"
"It's me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
"Where are y-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ou?"