CHAPTER VII
THE QUEER ACTIONS OF STEVE
"Listen, and see if it comes again!" said Bandy-legs, with bated breath.
The four campers sat there for several tense minutes, each one almost holding his breath in the effort to train his ears so as not to miss the slightest sound that might come.
"Whoo—whoo—whoo!"
After all their great expectations, to hear this solemn cry from the depths of the woods made several of the chums chuckle.
"Good evening, Mister Owl!" Bandy-legs called out, with mock respect. "Hope all the little Owls are feeling quite well to-night. Glad to have us for company, are you? Well, we're just tickled to death to be with you, believe me."
"But s-s-say, that wasn't what we heard the other t-t-time!" objected Toby, in some dismay, as though he feared he might have been dreadfully deceived by mistaking the booming hoot of a horned owl for the roar of a lion.