Then, feeling the curious, judicial eyes of Mary upon him, he abruptly changed the subject.
"You say Dick Wilbur is dead ?" "I don't know.

I think he is." "But he started out with you.

You ought to know." "It was like this: We had camped on the edge of the trees coming up the Old Crow Valley, and Dick went off with the can to get water at the river.

He was gone a long time, and when I went out to look for him I found the can at the margin of the river half filled with sand, and beside it there was the impression of the body of a big man.

That was all I found, and Dick never came back." They were both silent for a moment.
"Could he have fallen into the river ?" "Sure.