JOHN BALL AND THE MYSTERY OF THE GOLD Mukoki, hearing Rod's cry, hurried to the pool, but before he reached the spot where the white youth was standing with the yellow nugget in his hand Wabigoon had again plunged beneath the surface.

For several minutes he remained in the water, and when he once more crawled out upon the rocks there was something so strange in his face and eyes that for a moment Rod believed he had found the dead body of the madman.
"He isn't--in--the--pool!" he panted.

Mukoki shrugged his shoulders and shivered.
"Dead!" he grunted "He isn't in the pool!" Wabigoon's black eyes gleamed in uncanny emphasis of his words.
"He isn't in the pool!" The others understood what he meant.

Mukoki's eyes wandered to where the water of the pool gushed between the rocks into the broader channel of the chasm stream.

It was not more than knee deep! "He no go out there!" "No!" "Then--where ?" He shrugged his shoulders suggestively again, and pointed into the pool.
"Body slip under rock.