They listened. For a long time they did not hear the mysterious sound. Then, with a suddenness that made them all jump convulsively, the wailing was resumed.
“Owoooooo!”
This time, the noise lasted a good ten seconds, rising to a shriek of terror, then dying away to a dismal moaning.
“It’s right in this cabin!” Chet said, in a muffled voice which indicated that he had hidden his head beneath the blankets. “It’s ghosts—I know it.”
“Ghosts, my foot!” exclaimed Frank, scrambling out of bed. “I’m going to find out what is making that racket.”
“Be careful,” warned Joe nervously.
“I’ll help you,” declared Biff. He, too, got out of bed, and then there was a yelp of pain, followed by a crash.
“Ow!” yelled Biff.
“What happened?” demanded the others in chorus.
“I barged into a chair. Stubbed my big toe. Ow!”