Listen, and tell me if you hear it.

If it is so, my boy is dead!" Mr.March lay down and listened, and the others held their breath.
"Yes," he said, "I hear it.

Oh, my poor friend, I fear there is no hope." The first faint streaks of day were showing in the east when Frank returned with the rope and an additional supply of torches.
"Now let me down there," said Mr.Elmer, preparing to fasten the rope around him, "and God help me if I find the dead body of my boy." "No," said Frank, "let me go.

He saved my life, and I am the lightest.
Please let me go!" "Yes," said Mr.March, "let Frank go.

It is much better that he should." Mr.Elmer reluctantly consented that Frank should take his place, and the rope was fastened around the boy's body, under his arms, having first been wound with saddle blankets so that it should not cut him.
Taking a lighted torch in one hand and some fresh splinters in the other, he slipped over the log which they had placed along the edge, so that the rope should not be cut by the rocks, and was gently lowered by the three anxious men into the awful blackness.
Thirty feet of the rope had disappeared, when it suddenly sagged to the opposite side of the hole, and at the same instant came the signal for them to pull up.
As Frank came again to the surface the lower half of his body was dripping wet, and his face was ghastly pale.
"He isn't there," he said; "but there is a stream of running water so strong that, when you let me into it, I was nearly swept away under the arch.