“Some one shouting. I’m positive of it!” said the boy, plunging forward.
“Stand still, and listen again,” said Wraysford; “we may be going all wrong.”
It was all he could do to keep the younger boy still for a few seconds. What ages those seconds seemed!
A voice somewhere? No, only Mr Rastle and Roach coming up behind.
“Well?” inquired the master, breathlessly.
“Hush!” said Stephen, turning his head to the wind to listen.
What a wind it was! Surely it would beat any voice to shreds!
“We may as well go on,” said the boy, impatiently.
“Wait a second or two longer,” said Wraysford.
Scarcely had he spoken when, joyous sound! there came on the wind from somewhere what sounded like a feeble shout!