“How about some eats?” Gordon asked as soon as they were sure they had the plane in a safe place. “What do you mean eats?” Bill demanded. “What does one usually mean when he says eats?” Gordon retorted. “You’ve had all the eats you’re going to get to-night. Why we ate only an hour or so ago and besides you’re not hungry, it’s only a habit,” Bill told him. “Maybe you’re right,” Gordon sighed. “I forgot we’re on short rations.” “I’m sorry, but we’ll need all we’ve got for breakfast to-morrow morning,” Bill consoled him. “If I starve before then don’t forget that I forgive you,” Gordon told him. “Thanks for those kind words. They sure take a load off my mind,” Bill laughed. “Well, seeing as how there doesn’t seem anything else to do and that we got up fairly early I move we go to bed,” Gordon proposed a few minutes later. “Not a bad idea,” Rogers agreed. “Where are we going to sleep?” “I guess it’s the sand for us,” Bill told him. “I wouldn’t want to get very far away from the plane and with our blankets it won’t be so bad.” It was not cold although a cool wind had sprung up and they were hopeful that it would clear away the fog by morning. “I’ve slept in lots worse places than this,” Gordon declared a few minutes later. “This sand was laid soft side up.” “It’s not half bad,” Rogers agreed. “And, believe me, I’m going to sleep.” They were all sleepy and wasted no more time in talking. Some time later Bill opened his eyes and sat up. Something had disturbed his sleep but, for a moment, he had no idea what it was. Then he was conscious of a strange sound off to his right and seemingly not far away. It began with a low rumble not unlike distant thunder but soon began to change, getting more volume and of a higher note until it rose to a shrill shriek and finally died away in the low rumble with which it had started. Perhaps the whole thing had lasted a minute. “Did you hear anything?” he heard Gordon whisper not loud enough for him to hear unless he was awake. “I’ll say I did,” he whispered back. “Did it wake you up?” “Something did.” “It was enough to wake the dead.” “Didn’t sound like any animal I’ve ever heard.” This last was from Rogers and they knew that he too had been awakened. “There it goes again,” Gordon said. This time the sound was about the same except that it did not last as long. “Spooks,” Gordon whispered as the wail died away. “No spooks ever had lungs substantial enough to make a noise like that,” Rogers told him. The wind was still blowing and they noticed that the fog had nearly cleared although it was very dark. “What time is it?” Gordon asked. “My watch has stopped. Forgot to wind it.” “Quarter past two,” Bill told him. For nearly half an hour they listened to the strange sound which recurred at frequent intervals. Then it stopped. “If anyone could have seen us when we landed I’d be inclined to think it was someone trying to scare us,” Bill said as he stretched out on the sand again.