“Wake up, Grant,” he repeated, shaking his friend by his shoulder. “Wake up, I tell you.”
“What do you want?” demanded Grant sleepily. “What’s the matter?”
“Matter enough,” exclaimed John. “There’s somebody in trouble out here on the lake and he’s calling for help.”
“Is that so?” cried Grant, now wide awake. “Are you sure?”
“I heard him call twice.”
“Was it a man?”
“I think so. I never heard such a voice. It was awful.”
“We’d better go see what we can do then,” exclaimed Grant. “Which direction did the voice come from?”
“I couldn’t say; it seemed to come from all over. Oh, Grant, it was awful.”
“Sure you didn’t dream it?”