“I’m going out to look for him just as soon as the storm lets up.”
“You’ll let me go along, won’t you, Dave?” questioned the other quickly. Phil himself was only a corporal, so he must obey any order from a superior.
“Of course,” was the ready response.
The engineers had emergency rations with them, and they lost no time in satisfying their hunger as best they could, building a small fire for the purpose of making some hot chocolate and drying out Buster’s water-soaked garments.
The rather scanty meal finished, Dave, followed by Phil, crawled out of the shelter and walked forward to where the base of the cliff came to an end. Here they could still hear the booming of the distant artillery.
“Looks to me as if the storm was letting up,” remarked Phil. “And the wind is dying down, too.”
To this remark Dave made no answer. He was listening intently, and now to hear better he placed his hand to his ear.
“What do you hear?” questioned Phil, after a moment of silence.
“Listen for yourself, Phil.”
The other young engineer did so, and then a look of alarm came into his face.