[CHAPTER XXX.]
FRANK IN SUNK HOLE.
The Great Dipper indicated by its position that the hour was not far from midnight. Crowfoot halted and pointed downward, where, in the gloom of a round valley, a few lights twinkled.
"Sunk Hole!" he said.
"At last!" breathed Frank.
The others stood in silence, looking down at those lights. Suddenly they started, for to their ears came the sound of music, dimly heard because of the distance.
"Perchance my ears deceive me," said Ready; "but I fancy I hear the soothing strains of a fiddle."
"Sure as fate!" exclaimed Bart Hodge.
"Listen!" cautioned Merry.