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S-O-S ... S-O-S ... he sent first, then as fragments of code came back to him he spelled out J-A-S-O-N D-A-L-T H-R-E.... N-E-E-D A-I-D.... R-I-C-H.... R-E-W-A-R-D ... F-O-R ... H-E-L-P.... He varied this a bit, repeated his name often, and tried other themes appealing for off-world aid.
A strange cry startled me from my reverie, a human cry, faint, as though far off. "Help!" Then a pause. "H-e-l-p!" Then more urgently: "H-E-L-P!" For a few minutes I sat still upon my crag, puzzling. Some one has stumbled into a bear trap, I thought, or been injured in a fall.
Before he could rise Jack had caught him by the throat with one hand, and he immediately began to "churn" the other's head up and down in the black water, while the discomfited wretch, trying in vain to break away, exclaimed in gasps: "Help don't you'll kill me! I Of ut h-e-l-p murder!" "Will you promise to let me alone after this?" demanded Jack, giving his victim another plunge in the bucket.
He listened intently and shivered. Yet the only sounds that broke the stillness of the mountain night were the faint calls of the night birds and the distant cry of a roaming cougar. "H-e-l-p!" Faint though the call was, it smote Tad Butler's ears like a blow. Never had the sound of a human voice thrilled him as did that plaintive appeal from the black depths below.
It came from the far-off edge of the Drowned Lands, faint, and full of agony, like a human voice calling for help. "The banshee!" whispered Tim in terror. "Oh, Lord save us!" groaned Davy. In spite of his concern, Gilbert laughed. "It's somebody caught in the mud, you young idiots!" he cried. "Listen!" Once more the cry came floating out, terrible in its appeal. "Help, h-e-l-p!" it called faintly.
The wire again clicked open, and slowly, in the same heavy hand, the mystified and then amazed despatcher read: "H-E-L-P H-E-L-D U-P A-F-T-E-R G-O-L-D T-I-E-D T-O T-A-B-L-E G-O-T D-R-O-P O-N H-I-M M-A-K-I-N-G H-I-M S-E-N-D B." The despatcher grasped his key. "Good boy! Good boy!" he hurled back. "Keep it up for twenty-five minutes and we'll get help to you.
"Help! help! help!" someone was shouting, and then it rose from a shout into a scream. "My God! Sir!" I shouted. "That's one of the men up at the fore royal!" "Listen!" ordered the Second Mate. "Listen!" Even as he spoke, it came again broken and, as it were, in gasps. "Help!... Oh!... God!... Oh!... Help! H-e-l-p!" Abruptly, Stubbins's voice struck in. "Hup with us, lads!
Then Phil rested, lying on his back, watching the boat narrowly. "In almost any other position or place, I might think that was a pretty sight. As matters stand, now, it looks dangerous to me." His position was more perilous at that moment than he even dreamed. "H-e-l-p! H-e-l-p!" called Phil, in what he thought was a loud tone.
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