“Someone is in trouble!” cried Vench, as the startled cadets looked at each other in the dense gloom.
“Yes, and we had better get on the job,” announced Don, with decision. “The call came from over this way.”
“Shall we leave the bob here?” Douglas asked.
“Might as well,” Jim nodded. “It will only be in the way. We can easily find it when we come back.”
There was no sound from the one who had called out a few moments ago, but the boys had the direction in mind, so they struck off into the tangle of the woods without further delay. They had gone about two hundred yards when they came upon a country road which had been cut through the woods.
“I wonder if the call came from this road?” mused Don, as they halted in perplexity.
“I think it did,” Terry replied. “I don’t believe that it was in the woods. Shall we split into two parties?”
“You mean one go up and one down the road?” Don asked.
“Yes. You and I will go east and Vench, Doug and Jim can go west. We’ll sing out if we see anything.”
This plan was agreed to and the boys set out, Terry and Don running along the road in the general direction of Portville. But they had not gone far before someone whistled back of them.