We bore steadily down the bend.

More looks were exchanged, and nods of surprised admiration--but no words.

Insensibly the men drew together behind Mr.Bixby, as the sky darkened and one or two dim stars came out.

The dead silence and sense of waiting became oppressive.

Mr.Bixby pulled the cord, and two deep, mellow notes from the big bell floated off on the night.