Chapter 12 HANTS.

"Help! Help!" The call was followed by a blood-curdling shriek that drowned the noise of tree frogs and whip-poor-wills.

Douglas and Nan both awoke with a start and Helen stirred in her sleep. Lewis, over at the men's tent, made a mental note that he must go out with a gun early in the morning and try to shoot that screech owl. Bill, whose passi