yell," said Tom. "Maybe Mrs. Stanhope would hear it, and answer it."
"If she got the chance," said Sam. "If she didn't, all the yelling would do would be to let our enemies know we were here."
"No, we had better go ahead as quietly as we can," said Dick. "If possible, we want to take them unawares."
Much to their surprise, at the other side of the smooth rocks was another path, running between a thick growth of pines. Here the going was somewhat uncertain, and they had to proceed slowly, for fear of stepping into a crevice and twisting an ankle.
"If they brought Mrs. Stanhope this way, it must have been very hard on her," murmured Tom.
"Listen!" exclaimed Sam, suddenly, and held up his hand.
All became silent, and listened with strained ears. But the only sounds that reached them was the breeze through the trees, and the washing of the waves on the rocks.
"What was it, Sam?" asked Dick, in a whisper.
"I thought I heard a call."
"You must have been mistaken."
"Maybe I was, but—There it goes again!"
"That's so!" exclaimed Tom. "Somebody is
