“Owoooooo!”
It was like the wail of some anguished spirit.
With one accord, the boys felt their hair rising upon their scalps. No one said a word. The dreadful wail died away, then broke out again.
“Owoooooo!”
Then came Chet’s voice, from between chattering teeth.
“Wh—wh—what was that?”
“Some of you chaps playing a joke on us?” demanded Frank suspiciously.
“N-not m-me,” declared Chet.
“Me neither,” said Joe.
“It wasn’t me,” Biff clamored.