Again Vitalis whistled and shouted for the missing dogs. There was no answering bark.
Oh, poor Zerbino; poor Dulcie!
“The wolves have got them,” said Vitalis; “why did you let them go out?”
Yes? why? I had nothing to say.
“We must go and look for them,” I said after a pause.
I went before him, but he stopped me.
“Where will you look for them?” he asked.
“I don’t know; everywhere.”
“We can’t tell, in this dim light, where they have gone.”
That was true, and the snow came up above our knees. Our two torches together could not penetrate the shadows.