In the rough garments he had worn and returned lingered a new scent of some delicate soap, overpowering the strong alkali flavor of his own.

He was early by the river side, having a vague hope, he knew not why, that he should again see him and recognize him among the passengers.

He was wading out among the reeds, in the faint light of the rising moon, recalling the exact spot where he had first seen the stranger, when he was suddenly startled by the rolling over in the water of some black object that had caught against the bank, but had been dislodged by his movements.

To his horror it bore a faint resemblance to his first vision of the preceding night.

But a second glance at the helplessly floating hair and bloated outline showed him that it was a DEAD man, and of a type and build far different from his former companion.