“Sure an I gess yer right. If we can’t go ayther forninst nor behind I guess we’d better stand still.”
“That’s good logic anyhow,” Bob laughed, as he climbed over the back of the seat and joined his brother. “We’ll be as snug as a bug in a rug and there’s no danger of getting run into,” he added, as he curled up on the roomy seat and pulled a heavy robe over himself.
“Not much need of traffic cops on this road tonight,” Jack shouted from the other corner of the car.
Bob was just drifting off to sleep when, above the shriek of the wind he heard a cry which brought him sitting upright in an instant.
“Did you hear that, Jack?” he shouted. “Listen: there it is again.”
“Help!”
Again came the cry in piercing tones now plainly audible.
“Sounds like a girl,” Bob cried, as he pushed open the door and leaped out, closely followed by his brother.
Breathlessly they listened for the call to be repeated, but no sound save the howling of the wind came to them.
“Which way was it?” Jack asked, straining his ears.