“As bad as that?” Rex laughed.
“You’ll think so if you hear one, and you may have the chance, because that fellow, whatever it may be, is coming closer and coming at a pretty good clip, too.”
The cry was now being repeated at close intervals, and each one was distinctly nearer than the one before.
“I don’t know whether there is any connection between those yells and the making of the tracks or not, but we want to keep our eyes peeled pretty sharp, because they seem to happen at about the same time,” Bob cautioned as he looked sharply about him.
“I believe the cat’s going farther away,” Rex said a little later.
“Sounds like it,” Bob agreed.
The cries had for some time been growing fainter and soon they died out altogether.
“Guess the show’s over for to-night,” Bob said, as he got to his feet and stretched his arms. “Let’s take the flash and see if Jack’s lalapaloosla has slipped anything over on us.”
“You bet.”
For some minutes they searched about close to the shore of the lake, but somewhat to their surprise no tracks were to be seen.