For several minutes he had not heard the cry, but now it came again, and so near was it that all the sleepers were awakened.
“For goodness sake, what was that?” he heard Rex ask.
“Was that a wild cat, Kernertok?” Jack put the question.
“Listen,” he heard the Indian order.
For a moment all was still and then the cry was repeated, even nearer than before.
“Heap like cat almost, but not quite,” he heard Kernertok reply.
“That’s what I thought when I heard it last night,” Jack told him.
“You hear um las’ night?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t so near then.”
“Injun no hear. Sleep heap too sound,” Bob could distinguish the note of disgust in the Indian’s voice. “Where, Bob?” he heard him ask.