"But I never heard a human make a noise like that," Captain Ole declared.
"Faith an' it's a quare human thot'd make thot kind of a noise, I'm thinkin'," Pat agreed with him.
"Let's wait a minute and see if we hear it again," Mr. Lakewood advised.
But, although they waited some five minutes the cry was not repeated.
"Well shall we go on?" he asked.
"Might's well, I reckon," Captain Ole said, and they started on again.
But they had hardly turned their backs when the weird sound reached them again.
"I reckon we'd better investigate that a bit before we go any further," Captain Ole advised as he turned in his tracks.
"I think you're right," Mr. Lakewood agreed, adding: "It's a whole lot better to be careful than sorry."
So they started back the other way and, after stopping every little while to listen, in the course of some fifteen minutes, they had nearly reached the other end of the island which, as Mr. Lakewood had said, was timbered with a thick growth of trees. No repetition of the cry had been heard during the time and now, as they stopped about thirty feet from the edge of the woods, they strained their ears to catch the faintest sound which might come from them.