He had forgotten that he ever was a reporter--he had forgotten almost that he was a human being.
From where we stood we pointed out the place above the pool where the struggle had occurred, the spot under the cliff where the body had lain, and the jagged piece of rock on which we had found the coat.

Moser even laid down upon the ground and spread out his arms in the position in which we had discovered the Colonel's body.
"Very well, I see," said Terry.

"Now the rest of you stay back there on the boards; I don't want you to make a mark." He stepped forward carefully to the edge of the water and bent over to examine the soft, yellow clay which formed the border of the pool on the lower side.

Instantly he straightened up with a sharp exclamation of surprise.
"Did any negroes come in with you to recover the body ?" he asked.
"No," returned the sheriff, "as old man Tompkins said, you couldn't hire a nigger to stick his head in here after the Colonel was found.

They say they can hear something wailing around the pool and they think his ghost is haunting it." "They can hear something wailing, can they ?" Terry repeated queerly.
"Well I begin to believe they can! What is the meaning of this ?" he demanded, facing around at us.