" Some way, in the weird moonlight, under the more than
unusual circumstances, it seemed almost impossible to give the thing a
name.
"Was it Professor Dempsey?" they kept asking themselves over and over
again. But he had committed suicide. Or at least they had seen him
fall into the river, and they could have vowed that he did not come
out again. They had searched both sides of the river. How could they
have missed him? And yet, if that motionless figure at the head of the
falls was really Professor Dempsey, he must have been washed ashore
that day and evaded them as he had succeeded in evading them so many
times before.
And all the time the roar of the falls was growing louder and louder
in their ears and they knew that theirs was a race with life and
death.
Could they succeed in reaching the opposite bank before the deadly
current of the river should suck them over the falls; to almost
certain annihilation?
The answer to the question came a moment later when, without warning,
the prow of the little boat struck on an unexpected projection of the
shore and they came to a standstill.
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