“Just what I’ve been wondering,” Bob replied in a low whisper.
“Sounded like a wild cat.”
“Just what I thought at first but you never heard a wild cat make a noise exactly like that. Listen.”
“It’s a bit too shrill and kinder wobbly like for a genuine cat.” Jack was quite positive in his statement.
“Think it’s a signal?”
“Might be, but there doesn’t seem to be any answer.”
For some little time the cry was repeated at frequent intervals but it did not seem to come any nearer and finally each time it sounded farther away until they could barely hear it. Nothing which could be interpreted as an answer, if it indeed were a signal, had reached their ears.
“Mebby it was a cat after all,” Jack whispered.
“Perhaps so. Anyhow I’m going to sleep.”
“I say, any you fellows seen my rifle?”