"Oh!" guessed Dave. "Then you're going back and make your own
search of the place?"

"You're clever," nodded Prescott, with a low laugh. "Yes; it
may be that Hemingway and his companion have made a fine search.
Or it may be that they've missed clues that a blind man ought
to see."

So the two High School boys sat there, in the buggy drawn up at
the side of the road, for the next fifteen minutes. In that time
the launch took on the waiting passengers, and the light played
over all that part of the river, then started down stream.

Dick slowly headed the horse about, this time driving much closer
to the river's bank than he had done before.

"There's a lantern under the seat, Dave. I saw it when we started
from 'The Blade' office. Haul it out and light it, will you?"

For some minutes the two High School boys searched without much
result. At last Dick and Dave began to move in wider circles,
away from the much-tramped ground. Then, holding the lantern
close to the ground, Prescott moved nearer and nearer to the railway
track, all the while scanning the soil closely.

"Look there, Dave!" suddenly called Prescott. "No-----Don't look
just yet," he added, holding the lantern behind him. "But tell
me; you've often seen Mr. Dodge. What kind of boots did he wear?"