"Ah!" exclaimed Tom. "What like were they?"
"Groans!"
"It's them ye heard, the spirits of the dead; the poor devils never rest in peace," said Tom.
They were going across the moat. There was a splash and both started;
Tom almost dropped the oar.
"What's that?" he said. "Look!" and he pointed to the ripples in the dark water circling.
"A fish rising," said Carl with a queer little laugh.
"There's no fish in here, don't believe there's even a carp in."
"Why not?"
"What 'ud fish be doing in this beastly hole?"
"Feeding."