The cry was repeated—a cry that brought a chill to the heart.
CHAPTER XXII
ASHORE
The boat rocked and trembled under the impulse of the moving bodies—swayed so and tilted, that Russ sharply called:
"Steady all, or we'll upset!"
"Oh!" screamed Ruth. "Never! Do be quiet, Alice!"
"I'm not moving; it's you!"
"Quiet, girls," called Mrs. Maguire, softly. She had really been sleeping soundly, and the sudden awakening rather confused her. "What's it all about?" she asked.
"Oh, didn't you hear it?" gasped Ruth. "Such a horrible cry!"