Old Miguel had been silent and unobtrusive in the vacant room, but here he was as eager in testing the wall as any one of them.
“You see, it’s this way,” Patsy was saying; “if the major could hear baby cry, through this wall, those inside could hear us, if we called to them. Who among us has the clearest, the most penetrating voice?”
“Suppose I try?” squeaked Runyon, earnestly; but those who considered the remark at all merely gave him scornful looks.
“Let Rudolph call,” said Helen. “I think his voice might penetrate the pyramids of Egypt.”
Rudolph went close to the wall and shouted:
“Hello, there! Baby! I-nez!—eh—eh—what’s the other girl’s name?”
“Mildred,” said Beth.
“Mil-dred!” shouted Dolph; “Mil-dred!”
He paused between each name, which he roared so loudly that he nearly deafened those in the room, and everyone listened intently for a response.
No answer.