A second cry arose, piercing the silence with needlelike shrillness. "I ain\'t seen a rabbit sign for days." Thereafter they spoke no more, though their ears were keen for the hunting-cries that continued to rise behind them.. "Meat is scarce," answered his comrade.
His voice sounded hoarse and unreal, and he had spoken with apparent effort. "They\'re after us, Bill," said the man at the front.
A third and answering cry arose, also to the rear and to the left of the second cry.
It was to the rear, somewhere in the snow expanse they had just traversed.
Both men located the sound.
A second cry arose, piercing the silence with needlelike shrillness