"Darry can take care of himself.

He'll be in presently." "Let's call him again!" urged Dan.
They called in concert, their voices echoing through the woods.
"Did you hear that ?" asked Dick eagerly, after a pause of listening.
"There it goes again." "It's Dave, answering us," Harry declared.
The hail sounded distant.
"Come on!" cried Dick, leaping forward.

"That yell was one of trouble, or I'm a bad guesser.

Dan, you and Hazelton stand by the camp.

Tom and Greg come along.