"He is going away," decided Rand. "There is certainly something queer about it."
"In my opinion," began Donald, "'tis no use looking any more."
"Why not?" asked Rand.
"Because it was no mortal sound," replied Donald.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Rand.
"Nonsense or no," retorted Donald stoutly, "I don't like it."
"What is it, then, Donald, if it isn't mortal?" asked Rand.
"I can no rightly say," responded Donald, "but I don't believe you will ever find him."
"Pooh!" returned Rand; "he may be along any minute."
"Let us go on to Highpoint," proposed Jack, "and see if he has been there."