The boys did not look behind, but they all knew what they were dragging.

The homely funeral-car rolled slowly along under the stars.

The crickets chirped; the multitudinous voice of the summer night murmured on every side, mingling with the hollow rumble of the truck.

In a few moments the procession turned into the grounds, and the boat was drawn to the platform.
"The little boys may go," said Mr.Gray.
They dropped the rope and turned away.

They did not even try to see what was done with the body; but when Blanding came out of the house afterward, they asked him who found the drowned man.
"Jim Greenidge," said he.