Four times the cry rang out over the lake, and then all was still.
CHAPTER XI.
STEBBINS IS FOUND.
“Does a lalapaloosla make a noise like that?” Bob asked, as the last strain of the weird cry died out.
“Only the red ones, and they don’t raise that kind in Maine.”
“But what’ll we do next?” Bob turned to the Indian once more.
“We find good place watch cabin,” he replied.
“That’s a good plan, I should say,” Jack agreed. “We may find out just what we’re up against.”
Led by the Indian, they crept softly toward the lake, until they reached the edge of the forest.
“Here heap good place,” Kernertok announced in a loud whisper.
It was so dark where they stood that they could scarcely see each other when standing close together, but Kernertok told them that the cabin was only a few yards from them.