“Hustle,” Harry said.
“Do you hear a voice?” Dorry asked; “listen.”
As plain as could be, I heard a girl’s voice, crying. It kind of seemed as if it might be Marjorie crying, because I was dead.
Then I heard Hunt Manners say, “Yes, I hear it.”
Harry just panted out, “Never mind, step high and hustle.”
CHAPTER XXXVIII
WE FIGHT AND RUN AWAY
“Where are you?” Harry shouted; “all call together.”
We could hear several voices answering all together, “Here.”
“Keep shouting,” he called; “we’re coming. Is there any open land up there?”
“No,” a voice said; “hurry!”