"Let's shout," said Bluff again.
"A bright thought, and surely it can do no harm. Let me call singly,
Bluff."
Thereupon Frank lifted up his voice and shouted:
"Jerry! Jerry! Where are you?"
The call rang through the thick jungle under the live-oaks. A small animal, possibly a 'coon, scurried through the undergrowth. In an adjacent tree a Florida bluejay gave forth a discordant scream. A fox-squirrel barked saucily, and with a flirt of his bushy tail scrambled around to the other side of a hickory tree.
Then came a shout that thrilled them:
"Ahoy, there, Frank!"
"It's Jerry!" cried Bluff, ready to throw his hat into the air.
Frank himself was tremendously relieved. No matter what had happened, their chum was alive, and could call to them.
"Hello! What's the matter? Where are you?" he shouted, for the voice of
Jerry had come from a little distance away, and seemed strangely muffled.