“She probably took the lamp into another room.”
“No; it went out too quick—and it went out with a crash.”
He blew his horn again.
Still no answer.
“Hello! Hello!” he called loudly.
Someone stirred at the door. Jim's keen ear was turned toward the house.
“I heard her bar the door, I'll swear it.”
“How foolish, Jim!” Mary whispered. “You couldn't have heard it.”
“All the same I did. Here's a pretty kettle of fish! The old hellion's not even going to let us in.”
He seized the lever of his horn and blew one terrific blast after another, in weird, uncanny sobs and wails, ending in a shriek like the last cry of a lost soul.