"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!_"




CHAPTER XXIII

A DOUBLE CAPTIVITY


"It's a ghost!" gasped Belle as the voice out of the storm died away
down the wind.

"So are you!" snapped Madge. "What would a ghost want any help for?
Ridiculous!"

"Goodness me!" drawled Heavy. "Seems to me even a disembodied spirit
might feel the need of help if it was out in such a gale as this."

"I mean that we only thought we heard the voice," chattered Belle.