Hope he isn't out looking for us in the storm." That thought was disquieting; but there was nothing we could do about it, and so we resigned ourselves to pass the night as best we could.

The owls still hooted and chortled at times, but their noise did not greatly disturb us now.

After a while I dropped off to sleep, and I guess Addison did, too.
It was probably well toward morning when a cry like a loud shriek brought me to my feet outside the old wardrobe! A single dying ember flickered in the oven.

Addison, too, was on his feet, with his eyes very wide and round.
"I say!" he whispered.

"What was that ?" Before I could speak we heard it again; but this time, now that we were awake, it sounded less like a human shriek than the shrill yelp of an animal.