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No, it's something else
besides that. Hark!"
Again the cry sounded, seeming to come from a point behind the
landing place of the silent airship. It was clear and distinct:
"Help! Help! They are--"
The voice seemed to die away in a gurgle, as though the
person's mouth had been covered quickly.
"He's sinking, Tom! He's sinking!" cried Mr. Damon. "I once
heard a man who almost drowned cry out, and it sounded exactly
like that!"
"But there isn't any water around here for any one to drown
in," declared Tom. "It's a big, dry meadow. I know where we are."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't know, but we're going to find out. Some one attacked
by some one else--or something, I should say," ventured the young
inventor.
"Something! do you mean a wild beast, Tom?"
"No, for there aren't any of those here any more than there is
water. Though it may be that some farmer's bull or a savage dog
has got loose and has attacked some traveler. But, in that case I
think we would hear bellows or barks, and all I heard was a cry
for help."
"The same with me, Tom.


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