THE HIDEOUT
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"There it is again," gasped Helen. "I heard it twice before."
"I hear it," repeated Madge. "Wait."
Again the distant sound came forlornly to their ears. That time they all distinguished it. And they knew that their first hope was quenched. It was no sound of a rescuing party searching for them in the storm, for the—word repeated several times, and unmistakable—they all identified.
"Help!"
