Even from the distance at which they stood, all of the boys could see that Frank had put three straight shots, made as closely together as was possible, at the edge of the bullseye, each one scoring.
“That was great——”
“Help—Help!”
A girl’s voice just over the top of the ravine to their right reached the boys. It was a sincere cry for help.
All bantering stopped. The boys turned their eyes toward the spot from which the cries had come.
“Help! Help!”
Two different voices sounded this time.
“Helen and Minnie!” cried Frank, as he took a firmer grip on his rifle and leaped for the opening up the right side of the ravine, from which direction the cries, mingled now with another voice, had come.
“And in trouble!” came from Lanky. “Come on, fellows, make it snappy! They may need us the worst way!”