“No,” agreed Douglas, gathering up the rope of the bob-sled. “Well, we might as well begin our upward hike.”
“Wait a minute!” cried Don. “Did you hear a crash just then?”
None of them had. “Must have been some snow falling, or an old tree crashing down,” Terry suggested. They turned to go back but once more Don stopped them.
“Listen!” he cried. “Someone’s calling!”
They stopped and were silent for a long interval, but there was no sound. Vench laughed.
“Don’s hearing things,” he said. “We’ll have to get him back to the top of the hill right away.”
“No, I tell you I did hear something,” insisted Don. “Listen, there it is again!”
This time, clearly and distinctly on the night air, a call echoed through the woods.
“Help!” cried a faint muffled voice. “Help, somebody!”