They went on in silence. The wind, which blew more strongly on the ridge, played among the trees. The pine-needles crackled under the soles of their boots. The moon had disappeared, but the sky was white with light.
"The Pierre-Branlante.... The Cheminée-des-Fées," said Morestal, pointing to the vaguely-seen shapes of two huge boulders known by those names of the Rocking Stone and the Fairies' Chimney.
They walked for another moment:
"Eh? What is it?" said Jorancé, feeling his companion catch him by the arm.
"Did you hear?"
"No."
"Listen!"
"Well, what?"
"Didn't you hear a sort of a hoot?"