There, I should feel afraid to go by myself." "Will you go if I go with you ?" Before Dick could answer there was a long, low, piteous cry from the other direction, that from whence they had heard the shot.
"I say, what's that ?" whispered Tom in an awe-stricken tone.
"I don't know.

It sounds very queer.

There it is again." "Is it a bird ?" whispered Tom.
"No.

I never heard a bird cry like that." "What is it then--a fox trapped ?" "Nobody would trap the foxes, and it can't be a rabbit, because that would be a squeal." The cry came again over the dark water of the mere, and sounded so strange and weird that Dick shivered.
"It's something queer," said Tom huskily.

"Take the pole and let's get away.