"
Despite the discomfort and the heat, however, they struggled on up
the mountain-side, frequently using the rope-ladder to get over
rough places, and at about noon they stood beneath the steep rock
cliff that formed the nose of the upturned face.
It was easy enough then to reach a spot below the tip and Frank,
with a long cord he had brought for the purpose, laid out a straight
line from the point down the southern slope of the mountain-side.
While they were busy about this they were startled by a repetition
of the same strange cry, half-warning, half-savage, that they had
been so alarmed by the night before.
"A-ho-o-o-o-AH-H-O-O-O-a-h-o-o-hoo-o-o-o-o!"
"Great Scott," yelled Harry, "what on earth do you think of that?"
Frank--considerably startled himself--had, however, made a
determined effort to ascertain the source of the sound as it rose
and fell in its strange cadence.
"I've got it!" he shouted; now with a cry of triumph.
"Got what?" cried Harry, as if he feared his brother had suddenly
become infected with some strange complaint--"rabies or the pip?"
"The noise--I mean I know where it comes from," cried the excited
boy.
"Where?" chorused Ben and Harry.
"From somewhere about the Upturned Face," cried Frank triumphantly,
"Hark!"
The strange wailing cry rang out once more.
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