“Wow-ow! Ow-hoo-ha-hoo-wow-w-w-w-w-w!”
That is about as nearly as the sound can be indicated in print.
Both boys sat bolt upright, wide-eyed with alarm. Jack felt the skin on the back of his scalp tighten as he listened. The lamp had been left alight, although it was turned low, and in the dim light each lad could read fear and perplexity in the other’s countenance.
“Wh-wh-what is it?” gasped out Jack.
“I der-der-don’t know,” stuttered Tom, equally at a loss and almost as badly disturbed by the weird nature of the wailing cry.
CHAPTER IX—TOM CALMS JACK’S FEARS.
“Wow-yow-wyow-ow-oo-oo-oo!”
Again came the cry, punctuating the night in the same ghastly, unaccountable manner.
“Is it wer-wer-wer-wolves?” stammered Jack.
Tom shook his head.