"What's that?" The two jerked themselves to a sitting position,
and stared into the blackness of the grove.
"Bobcat," whispered Clark, in a tone which convinced not even
himself.
"In a pig's ear," flouted Gene, under his breath. He leaned far
over and poked his finger into a muffled form. "D'yuh hear that
noise, Grant?"
Grant sat up instantly. "What's tho matter?" he demanded, rather
ill-naturedly, if the truth be told.
"Did you hear anything--a funny noise, like--"
The cry itself finished the sentence for him. It came from
nowhere, it would seem, since they could see nothing; rose slowly
to a subdued shriek, clung there nerve-wrackingly, and then
wailed mournfully down to silence. Afterward, while their ears
were still strained to the sound, the bobcat squalled an answer
from among the rocks.
"Yes, I heard it," said Grant. "It's a spook. It's the wail of
a lost spirit, loosed temporarily from the horrors of purgatory.
It's sent as a warning to repent you of your sins, and it's
howling because it hates to go back.
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