“I wish I had some of these wild animals in Lincoln park!” Alex grumbled. “I could live like a king on the income they’d bring as promoters of sensations!”
“There are said to be plenty of snakes along North Clark street,” laughed Clay.
“But most of them are not present to the senses,” Alex explained.
Jule came up with his light, and better progress was made through the forest, which grew thinner as it approached the river. The rain was still falling in dashes, but the wind seemed to be going down.
After walking a short distance they heard a call, seemingly coming from the wrack of clouds overhead.
“That was Case’s voice!” Clay declared. “He’s near by!”
“Sure it was!” Jule agreed, “but where is he? Sounds like he was up in a balloon.”
Again the call came, and this time there was no doubt that the boy was up above the surface of the ground.
“He’s in a tree!” Clay concluded. “Now, what do you think of that? This surely is a night for nature-loving kids!”
“H-e-l-l-o!” called Case. “Lookout where you go. I’ve got a whole menagerie down there.”