But it did not take many moments for the truth, or a dread of it, to reach my brain.
I covered my eyes with my hands, then sprang up the bank and called wildly.
My voice was like a madwoman's, and it must have sounded far on that still air.

In less than a moment Richard came hurrying with great strides down the path.

I sprang to him, and caught his arm and dragged him to the water's edge.
"Look," I whispered--pointing to the hat and book--and then out to the boat.

I read his face in terror.

It grew slowly, deadly white.
"My God!" he said in a tone of awe.