For the faint halloa came now very distinctly.
“Are you comin’ back?” shouted Hardock. “Don’t stand hollering there in that mad way.”
“He’s here—he’s here—somewhere,” shouted back Joe, excitedly, and he waved to his companion to come on.
“Yah! stuff!” growled Hardock; but he followed up the side of the gully, while Joe went on away from the sea to where a wall of rock rose up some twenty feet and ran onward for seventy or eighty.
Joe came back hurriedly after a few moments and met Hardock.
“Well, where is he?” said the latter.
“I don’t know,” panted the boy; “somewhere underneath. I keep hearing him.”
“You keep hearing o’ them,” said the man, with a look full of the superstition to which he was a victim.
“Ahoy!” came faintly from behind them.
“Now, then,” cried Joe, excitedly; “he’s up there.”