“Why, no—what——”
“I believe someone’s in terrible trouble. Come on up here and let’s see if we can find them. Be sure to bring the gun.”
“How can I get up there?” Florence asked hesitatingly.
“Go down the trail a little way, and I’ll show you.”
In a few minutes Jo Ann was helping to pull Florence up the bank. No sooner had she reached the ledge than Jo Ann ejaculated, “Listen! There’s that sound again.”
Florence’s eyes stretched to their widest as the cry of distress reached her ears.
“Mercy! That’s awful,” she murmured, low voiced.
“That sound’s coming from right up there!” Jo Ann pointed almost straight above. “Come on, I believe we can get up around this way.”
CHAPTER VIII
FRIENDS AT LAST
Jo Ann started climbing the steep bank, Florence following as closely as possible. After they had struggled upward a short distance, Jo Ann caught sight of a faintly marked trail which showed signs of having been used recently.