"It certainly sounds like it," said old Jacob.
"Perhaps it is Farvel in trouble," suggested Bob.
The moaning rose and fell, as if a person was in great pain and unable to cry out loudly.
"Where does it come from?" was Dick's question.
No one was able to answer, and they stood in a mute crowd, looking at each other. Danny gave a shiver.
"I don't like dat nohow," he whispered.
"No more do I like it," muttered Leander. "It sounds like a ghost!"
"Don't say dat, or I'll be fer runnin' away!" cried the Irish lad.
Dash put up his nose and added a long whine.
"Where is it, Dash?" said Dick. "Show it to us, old boy!"