"Hello!" called Frank, cupping his hands and sending out the shout in the direction the sounds seemed to come from.
"Oh, help! Help!" came back almost instantly and in piteous tones.
"I ought to know that voice!" snapped Frank.
Thrilled by the anguish which he had caught with Lanky's muffled appeal for assistance, Frank Allen hurried as much as he dared. As he advanced he continued to call out reassuring words.
"Hey, Lanky, I'm coming!"
CHAPTER XV
WHAT HAPPENED TO LANKY