"Vere you go, hey?"
"I'm going to see if I can discover what became of that car."
"It vent oop on der moonpeams," averred Carl earnestly. "You can look, und look, und dot's all der goot it vill do. Dake it from me, Matt, dot ve don'd vas——"
"Ahoy, up there!"
The words seem to come from nowhere—or, rather, from everywhere, which was equivalent to the same thing.
Carl gave a roar and tried to push himself into the face of the cliff.
"Vat I tell you, hey?" he groaned. "Dere it vas again. Matt, more und vorse dan der odder dime. Righdt here iss vere ve kick some puckets; yah, leedle Carl Pretzel und Modor Matt King vill be viped oudt like a sponge mit a slate."
"Keep still, Carl!" called Matt. "There's no ghost back of that voice. Listen a minute."
Turning in the road, Matt lifted his head.
"Hello!" he called.