“Oh, I’m fairly tough when I get my second wind.”
“I’ll say you are.”
“It’s a good thing it isn’t so dark as it was last night,” Rex said a little later. “It’s a comfort to know that that lalapaloosla can’t get us without us seeing him.”
“You said something. Believe me it was dark last night.”
“Listen. Did you hear it?” Rex asked about an hour later.
“Sure did. It’s that fake wild cat again.”
“Are you sure it’s a fake?”
“N—o,” Bob replied slowly. “I’m not certain, but I never heard a cat make just that kind of noise. It’s a bit too shrill and drawn out at the end to be genuine. Still, of course, they don’t all sound exactly alike.”
“My experience with wild cats has been pretty limited, so my opinion is no good, but if a cat is making that noise, it must be some cat that’s all.”
“Oh, they can make noise enough so far as that is concerned. If you ever hear one close to you, you’ll never forget it. It’s enough to raise the hair on a bald man’s head.”