They had both heard the same sound--a queer, crooning little cry, half plaintive, half angry.
Quest looked over his right shoulder along a narrow, overgrown path which seemed to end abruptly in an evergreen hedge.
"What's that ?" he exclaimed.
Lenora still clung to his arm.
"I hate this place," she whispered.

"It terrifies me.

What are we looking for, Mr.Quest ?" "Can't say that I know exactly," the latter answered, "but I guess we'll find out where that cry came from.

Sounded to me uncommonly like a human effort." They made their way up as far as the hedge, which they skirted for a few yards until they found an opening.

Then Quest gave vent to a little exclamation.