Hemingway. "Chief Coy has gone after a gasoline launch that carries
an electric search-light. As soon as he arrives we'll go all
over the river, throwing the light on every part of the water
in search of some further clue. There's no use, however, in trying
to do anything more around here. We may as well be quiet and
wait."

"I can't stand still!" sounded Dodge's voice, with a ring of anguished
suspense in it. "I've got to keep hunting."

"Go ahead, then," nodded the detective. "We would, too, if there
were anything further that could be looked into. But there isn't.
I'm going to stop and smoke until the launch heaves in sight."

Both policemen threw themselves on the ground, produced pipes
and fell to smoking. But Bert Dodge, with the restlessness of
keen distress, continued to stumble on up and down along the
bank, flashing the lantern everywhere.

Presently Dodge was within sixty feet of where his High School
mates crouched in hiding.

Suddenly the livery stable horse, some four or five hundred feet
away, whinnied loudly, impatiently.

Natural as the sound was, young Dodge, in the tense state of his
nerves, started and looked frightened.

"Wh-what was that?" he gasped.