“Well, come along Jack and we’ll get a sample or two.” And the two quickly jointed their poles and started for a point a short distance away.
“I reckon we aren’t out far enough for the big ones,” Jack declared a little later. “But I guess we’ve got enough for supper.”
“I suppose these would make good bait for the big fellows farther out,” Rex laughed as he picked up a string of twelve or fourteen trout averaging about a half a pound.
Sometime during the night Bob awoke suddenly. He sat up on his bed of boughs and listened. He was quite certain that some sound had disturbed him as he seldom wakened in the night except for good cause.
CHAPTER V.
A CRY IN THE NIGHT.
Yes, there it was again. A shrill cry far away sounding like a young child in pain. He listened to see if the cry had disturbed any of the others but everything was perfectly still, save for the murmuring of the spruce boughs as they swayed gently in the light breeze.
“Nothing but a wild cat,” he thought as he sank back and closed his eyes. But the next moment he had sat up again.
“Now that’s mighty funny,” he mused. “If that’s a four legged animal then I’m an alligator.”
Again the strange sound rang through the night seeming to be a little nearer. And now he heard Jack, who was close by his side, move.
“What was that noise?”