For awhile deep silence ensued.
Then they heard a faint, distant cry.
It came from the direction they followed.
And it was in a human voice, too.
“Some one in distress,” said the professor.
“Wha dem yudder voices?” asked the coon.
“Wolves!” cried Frank after a pause.
“Faith, it’s afther ther lad they must be!” cried Barney.
“I’ll hurry the boat along,” said Frank.
But just as he was about to do she sank to the ground, her gyroscopes having almost stopped whirling.