“I shouldn’t wonder. It is clear enough that we cannot do much with the shovels alone.”
“Hark!” cried young Sawyer, who was too little to do a great amount of the kind of work the boys were doing at the moment, but who seemed to be on the alert; “don’t you hear something?”
“Keep still, boys,” said Billy Manners. “Sawyer has heard something. There is not much of him, but it is all good stuff.”
“Keep still!” said the smaller boy impatiently, and there was silence.
In a few moments there was an unmistakable shout heard, distant, it was true, but still a well-defined shout.
“That’s Percival!” cried young Sawyer.
“Hello!” shouted Harry. “Keep her up, boys! Give a good shout all of us. Now then!”
All of the boys shouted at the same time, and then kept quiet to hear the answering shout.
“All right, we are coming!” they heard Jack shout in a clear, shrill tone, which had great carrying power.
“Where are they?” asked Billy. “That does not sound from the cave. Hello! Are you in the cave, you fellows?”