It did, indeed.
Silent and gloomy, like a table of metal, spread the darkling waters of this strange lake.
Wild and desolate was it in the extreme.
On every side it was enclosed by towering heights, bare, treeless and solemn.
Both boys were plainly impressed with the dull solemnity of the scene.
"What does that look like?" said young Jack, in a low voice to his companion.
"I don't know—Lerna, the famous marsh, near Argos."
"No; it was there that Hercules killed the Hydra, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"I should like to think that it was like that," he said, glancing around at the brigands about them.