“My one hope is that while we have been looking for him he has found his way back to The Cedars,” she said, as they started slowly back toward the weed-choked wagon road. “If he isn’t there I don’t know what we can do.”
“Listen! I thought I heard something!” Nat checked her, a hand on her arm.
Tavia paused obediently and in the almost eerie silence of the woodland she could hear her heart throbbing.
“What do you mean?” she gasped. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“There it is again—over this way,” cried Nat, and began to run, pulling the girl with him.
CHAPTER IX
IN THE TREE
In a moment Tavia too heard it—a boyish cry in that vast, silent woodland.
“Roger!” she panted, almost sobbing. “Oh, Nat, is it Roger?”
“Guess so,” said Nat grimly. “But I declare I don’t know where the boy can be. Sounds as if he were hanging in the air somewhere over our heads.”
“Listen a moment,” suggested Tavia.