“Hear what?” said Grenits, “the report of my rifle—Of course I heard it.”
“No, no,” said the other, “I fancied I heard a human voice just now! Listen.”
Yes, yonder in the far distance, but yet audibly and distinctly was heard the cry:
“Help! Help! Help!”
“By heaven!” cried Grenits, jumping up, “that’s a woman’s voice!”
“Help! help! toean!”
“A woman’s voice,” repeated Grashuis, “and crying out for help! Listen again.”
“Help! help! toean!”
“I can see no other toeans besides ourselves. Our comrades are far away in the ravine—and the voice does not come from that direction at all,” continued Grashuis.
“But,” said Grenits, as he looked all around, “I can see nothing anywhere, Leendert!”