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“Do you remember, Harry, after discovering the treasure and the skeletons of the pirates in the cave near the Cataract, that we heard the doleful sound of some bird while going down the hill?” “Yes; that cry was something like it. Do you recall the name of the bird, George?” “It was the Alma Perdita.” “I remember, now; it means the ‘Cry of the Lost Soul.'” “Yes; but I don’t think that came from a bird. It is more like an animal of some kind. Don’t you hear a sound that seems to be answering it?” “It does seem so; I think John would know what animal it is; but it is too late to speak to him about it to-night, George.” As Harry ceased speaking, the boys heard a noise, and George arose holding up his hand as a warning. “I think I see something, so we ought to call John.” The boys quietly moved forward, and noted two figures moving about a short distance beyond. The boys crawled over to the place where John was sleep, and found that the place he occupied, as well as that of Uraso’s vacant.