Chapter 21

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​⁠The Trap-Door

A sickly new moon threw vague ghostly beams across the willow-lined swamp, out beyond the little cabin that stood on its border. Through the dense undergrowth and high among the skeleton treetops ugly shadows played with each other, while a sepulchral orchestra of wind and bough shrieked a dirge that flattened in Bonner's ears; but it was not the weird music of the swamp that sent the