“An’ thar they air to-day.”
Frank experienced a chill.
“That is a horrible thing,” he declared. “I suppose unsuspecting travelers are apt to walk right into the place?”
“Certain. I know of at least three men who hev crossed ther valley safely.”
“How did they do it?”
“Oh, thar’s days when ther gases don’t come up, I suppose.”
Frank was thoughtful a moment.
Barney and Pomp had been listening with the deepest of interest.
“How far is it from here to the Satan’s Hole?” Frank finally asked.
“Oh, a matter of fifty miles I reckon,” replied Beaver Bill.