“It is queer,” agreed Harry.
As the boy spoke they all started at an unexpected happening.
From the hut there came a piercing cry of:
“Help!”
CHAPTER VIII.
BOY AVIATORS TO THE RESCUE.
“They are murdering some one in there!” cried Frank, bringing the car to a stop.
Indeed, the piercing cries indicated that some one was being maltreated, if not actually murdered.
“Come on, we’ll save him,” cried Harry, drawing his revolver, for all the boys had thought it best to carry arms on such a trip as they were undertaking.
“Be careful. We had better peek through that window first, and see with whom we have to deal before we announce our presence,” breathed Frank, as the boys tiptoed up the path.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Billy. “There might be a lot of them and then we should have to get help.”