“Great Scott!” he exclaimed, “what’s that?”
“It’s Joe Carter,” said Tom. “He learned that yell from his brother, who was on the Yale freshman crew.”
“It sounds like—like a banshee!”
“Never heard one,” said Tom.
“Really? I had a tame one once,” answered Nelson, laughing.
“You mean bantam, I guess. Hello, there he goes again. Maybe he’s calling us.” And Tom lifted up his voice in a weak imitation of Carter’s awful effort.
“Oh, you can’t do it, Tommy, my boy. Why, I couldn’t have heard that ten miles!”
But Carter wasn’t that far off, and presently, after sending an answering hail, he appeared in the path.
“Say, you fellows, Clint wants to see you in the office.” Then he dropped his voice to an awed whisper. “He’s found out about the sign on the cliff,” he added.
“Phew!” said Nelson. “Was he mad?”