"Hark!" he cautioned, and held up his hand warningly.
Roger stopped. Yes, there was some noise quite a way in front, but at first its character could not be distinguished. Then in a few moments it resolved into a sort of confused shouting.
"What yo' name?" asked Johnny Green, turning quickly to the boy at his side.
"Roger."
"They callin' yo'," he announced. "Bert Kimball I tink"
"Is it?" joyfully.
"Yep. Listen."
Faintly Roger heard a voice shouting. He could make out no words, however. It increased his respect for Johnny Green's attainments that the Indian could understand a name called from such a distance.
Then Roger's companion raised his voice in a long, loud, shrill, far-carrying halloo: "Hi! Bert Kimball! Here yo' boy Roger!"
There came an answering shout, in which the boy could scarcely distinguish his own name, and he, too, cried out: "Here I am, Uncle Bert! I'm all right!"