"Yes; that cry was something like it. Do you recall the name of the bird, George?"
"I remember, now; it means the 'Cry of the Lost Soul.'"
"Yes; but I don't think that came from a bird. It is more like an animal of some kind. Don't you hear a sound that seems to be answering it?"
"It does seem so; I think John would know what animal it is; but it is too late to speak to him about it to-night, George."
As Harry ceased speaking, the boys heard a noise, and George arose holding up his hand as a warning. "I think I see something, so we ought to call John."
The boys quietly moved forward, and noted two figures moving about a short distance beyond. The boys crawled over to the place where John was sleeping, and found that the place he occupied, as well as that of Uraso's vacant.
"That must be John and Uraso over there," remarked Harry in a whisper.
They were confirmed in this on approaching the moving figures, and saw that both were armed, and also that they were watching another moving figure beyond.
"Is that a bird or an animal?" asked George.
"An animal," replied John, in an undertone.
"That was my opinion from the first," remarked George, who turned to Harry with a sort of 'I told you so,' expression.
"But it is a two-legged animal," responded John.
"How long have you been up?" asked Harry.
"More than an hour," said Uraso. "Muro is now coming back, and we shall know something more definite."
"Then that is Muro?" asked George, in surprise.
"Yes; he has been stalking the ones making that noise, and was the one who called our attention to it."
Muro disappeared, and the peculiar cries were repeated, then, most startlingly, a sound, similar in character, appeared to come from a point very close to where they were now crouching.
John turned to Uraso in astonishment. The latter did not seem at all perturbed, but after the second cry Uraso imitated the sound, and John smiled.
"Muro has the exact tone now," said John.
"Yes," replied Uraso, "and the cry I gave was an answer, which Uraso understands."
In a few minutes Muro appeared, but he was not smiling. His face was grave, as he said: "We have come upon the terrible Konotos. I feared that when I heard the first cry several hours ago."
"Near enough to know that there are quite a number, and what is more, they are now engaged in their regular feast, and if they have any captives, this is the time that they will be sacrificed," said Muro.