He drew up his drag, and one of the hooks held a piece of a black silk cape.
When three or four more essays had been made, the body itself was brought to the surface, and the boat turned toward the shore.

There was no more shouting of directions now, not a single loud word was spoken, the oarsman rowed with a steady funereal rhythm, while Ben Towle, who had held the drag-rope, now held half out of water the recovered corpse.
Albert leaned forward anxiously to see the face of Katy, but it was Jane Downing, the girl who was drowned first.

Her father took the body in his arms, drew it out on shore, and wept over it in a quiet fashion for a while.

Then strong and friendly neighbors lifted it, and bore it before him to his house, while the man followed in a dumb grief.
Then the dragging for Katy was resumed; but as there was much more doubt in regard to the place where she went down than there was about the place of the accident, the search was more difficult and protracted.

George Gray never left Albert for a moment.