Phil believed in being ready. He was a hunter, and knew how exasperating it was to run across tempting game when one's gun had been left at home.
Half an hour later he found himself wandering through a section of woods that looked very promising. He fancied he caught a sound, and it was of such a peculiar nature that Phil stopped still to listen.
Yes, it was not the "whiff" of a startled deer or moose, but struck the astonished boy more like the wailing cry of a distressed child.
CHAPTER X
FINDING A SUNBEAM
At first Phil found it hard to believe he heard aright.
"I've known cats to make sounds like a baby crying, when they were facing each other, and ready to scrap," he told himself.
The more he listened the stronger grew his conviction.