Do you hear a sound like groaning ?" I listened, and as sure as I was standing there, I heard a low sound, as if someone was groaning far away.
"That isn't the water, is it ?" Bert asked "Sure it isn't," I told him, "and it isn't from up through Nick's Valley, because, look, the wind is blowing from us that way." I held up my scout scarf to show him how it blew toward the valley.

And again we heard the groans, long and low, sort of.
"It's somewhere right around here," Bert said; then all of a sudden he said, "Look!" Just in back of us, not more than twenty or thirty feet off, was the pit I could see it plain, because the stone work came up a couple of feet or so above the ground.

Right close to it was a canoe all smashed in.

I could see now that a couple of hours or so earlier, the water must have poured through there when it first overflowed the creek.
We listened again and could hear the groaning plain.
"I don't know who it is," Bert said, "but that's the Gold Dust Twins' canoe.

Come on." We plodded over through the mud and water to the pit and looked over the edge.