a safe distance from the falls coming from the gates and old water
wheel.

From this falls the roaring of the water could be heard for a
considerable distance, and so noisy were the rapids a person might shout
at another but a few feet away without being able to make his voice
heard.

But the falls had a strange charm for Dorothy, and after lunch she
wandered there all alone, just to see, to think and to be quiet. Other
attractions had now claimed the attention of her companions, and she sat
there, enjoying the falls alone.

She could scarcely hear a voice through the woods, so loudly did the
falls splash and splatter.

Who, in her place, could have heard a man stealing up to that very spot?
Who could know a scoundrel was there, at that moment ready to seize
Dorothy?

A rough hand clutched her slender arm!

That man--Anderson--was glaring into her eyes! Dorothy screamed shrilly.

"Hush!" commanded the man, "or I'll throw you over the falls!" and his
hand was upon Dorothy's throat, preventing further outcry.

"Tell me," he growled, "did Miles Burlock leave his money with your
father?"