"Yes, how?" said Sol.
They began a careful search, radiating continually in a wider circle, but the night that hid them from the warriors also hid all signs of Tom Ross.
"Tom's the kind o' feller who wouldn't make the least bit o' noise," said Shif'less Sol, "an' I'm thinkin' we've got to make a noise ourselves, an' let him hear it."
"What kind of a noise?"
"We might try our old signal, the call that we've so often made to one another."
"Yes," said Henry, "that is what we must do."
CHAPTER XVII
PICKING UP THE STRANDS
Henry sat down in the underbrush, and Shif'less Sol sat down close to him. Their figures were hidden by the darkness and the bushes.