"That is, if the man we saw made the frame," propounded Reade
in a very solemn voice.

It was a shock to both of them. The whole incident had been uncanny
and unreal, but the horror of that haggard, haunting face was
still strong upon both of the beholders.

"Tom, we simply must get off our clothes and dive to see what
we can do to find that poor fellow," urged Dalzell.

"All right," assented Reade. "I'll do all the diving myself,
Danny, if you'll take command and give your orders. Where shall
I dive? The bushes have already shifted position. We're floating
away from the spot, too. Just where do you want me to make the
first dive?"

"I don't know," Dan Dalzell confessed. "The whole affair has
given me the creeps, I think."

"I know it has done that to me," smiled Tom unsteadily. "Whew!
I'll dream of that face to-night---all night long! Dan, there
seems to be just about one chance in a thousand that that man
will reach shore. Let's keep the craft headed to the shore, and
watch for some minutes to come. At the same time, if we see a
sign of the poor fellow, we'll swim to him, or paddle to him as
fast as we know how."

Both boys knew, inwardly, that they would be heartily glad to
get away from what seemed plainly to them to be a haunted spot.