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snore again as healthily as though
nothing had happened and he had never tried to offer his own life as a
sacrifice by drowning. And when the sunlight woke him three hours
later—hours of ceaseless vigil for me—it became so clear to me that he
remembered absolutely nothing of what he had attempted to do, that I deemed
it wise to hold my peace and ask no dangerous questions.
    He woke naturally and easily, as I have said, when the sun was already high
in a windless hot sky, and he at once got up and set about the preparation
of the fire for breakfast. I followed him anxiously at bathing, but he did
not attempt to plunge in, merely dipping his head and making some remark
about the extra coldness of the water.
    "River's falling at last," he said, "and I'm glad of it."
    "The humming has stopped too," I said.
    He looked up at me quietly with his normal expression. Evidently he
remembered everything except his own attempt at suicide.
    "Everything has stopped," he said, "because—"
    He hesitated. But I knew some reference to that remark he had made just
before he fainted was in his mind, and I was determined to know it.
    "Because 'They've found another victim'?" I said, forcing a little laugh.
    "Exactly," he answered, "exactly! I feel as positive of it as though—as
though—I feel quite safe again, I mean," he finished.
    He began to look curiously about him. The sunlight lay in hot patches on
the sand. There was no wind. The willows were motionless. He slowly rose to
feet.
    "Come," he said; "I think if we look, we shall find it."
    He started off on a run, and I followed him. He kept to the banks, poking
with a stick among the sandy bays and caves and little back-waters, myself
always close on his heels.
    "Ah!" he exclaimed presently, "ah!"
    The tone of his voice somehow brought back to me a vivid sense of the
horror of the last twenty-four hours, and I hurried up to join him. He was
pointing with his stick at a large black object that lay half in the water
and half on the sand. It appeared to be caught by some twisted willow roots
so that the river could not sweep it away. A few hours before the spot must
have been under water.
    "See," he said quietly, "the victim that made our escape possible!"
    And when I peered across his shoulder I saw that his stick rested on the
body of a man. He turned it over. It was the corpse of a peasant, and the
face was hidden in the sand. Clearly the man had been drowned, but a few
hours before, and his body must have been swept down upon our island
somewhere about the hour of the dawn—at the very time the fit had passed.
    "We must give it a decent burial, you know."
    "I suppose so," I replied. I shuddered a little in spite of myself, for
there was something about the appearance of that poor drowned man that
turned me cold.
    The Swede glanced up sharply at me, an undecipherable expression on his
face, and began clambering down the bank. I followed him more leisurely.
The current, I noticed, had torn away much of the clothing from the body,
so that the neck and part of the chest lay bare.
    Halfway down the bank my companion suddenly stopped and held up his hand in
warning; but either my foot slipped, or I had gained too much momentum to
bring myself quickly to a halt, for I bumped into him and sent him forward
with a sort of leap to save himself. We tumbled together on to the hard
sand so that our feet splashed into the water. And, before anything could
be done, we had collided a little heavily against the corpse.
    The Swede uttered a sharp cry. And I sprang back as if I had been shot.
    At the moment we touched the body there rose from its surface the loud
sound of humming—the sound of several hummings—which passed with a vast
commotion as of winged things in the air about us and disappeared upwards
into the sky, growing fainter and fainter till they finally ceased in the
distance. It was exactly as though we had disturbed some living yet
invisible creatures at work.
    My companion clutched me,

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