Part 18 (2/2)

”We think there's been a fight and some one's been hit with this.”

She took it and looked at it in a dazed way. ”Yes. He was carrying this in the place of his crutch,” she said, as if to herself.

”We think somebody's been pushed over the bluff into the river, Mrs.

Ballard, for they's a hunk been tore out as big as a man, from the edge, and it's gone clean over, and down into the river. We can see where it is gone. And it's an awful swift place.”

She handed the articles back to the boys.

”Sit down in the shade here, and I'll bring you some sweet apples, and if any one comes by, don't say anything about it until I have time to consult with Mr. Ballard.”

She hurried back and pa.s.sed quickly around the house, and on to her husband, who was repairing the garden fence.

”Bertrand, come with me quickly. Something serious has happened. I don't want Betty to hear of it until we know what it is.”

They hastened to the waiting boys, and together they slowly climbed the long path leading to the old camping place. Bertrand carried the stick and the hat carefully, for they were matters of great moment.

”This looks grave,” he said, when the boys had told him their story.

”Perhaps we ought to have brought some one with us--if anything--”

said Mary.

”No, no; better wait and see, before making a stir.”

It was a good half hour's walk up the hill, and every moment of the time seemed heavily freighted with foreboding. They said no more until they reached the spot where the boys had found the edge of the bluff torn away. There, for a s.p.a.ce of about two feet only, back from the brink, the spa.r.s.e gra.s.s was trampled, and the earth showed marks of heels and in places the sod was freshly torn up.

”There's been something happened here, you see,” said Charlie Dean.

”Here is where a foot has been braced to keep from being pushed over; see, Mary? And here again.”

”I see indeed.” Mary looked, and stooping, picked something from the ground that glinted through the loosened earth. She held it on her open palm toward Bertrand, and the two boys looked intently at it. Her husband did not touch it, but glanced quickly into her eyes and then at the boys. Then her fingers closed over it, and taking her handkerchief she tied it in one corner securely.

”Did you ever see anything like it, boys?” she asked.

”No, ma'am. It's a watch charm, isn't it? Or what?”

”I suppose it must be.”

”I guess the fellah that was being pushed over must 'a' grabbed for the other fellah's watch. Maybe he was trying to rob him.”

”Let's see whether we can find anything else,” said John Walters, peering over the bluff.

”Don't, John, don't. You may fall over. It might have been a fall, and one of them might have been trying to save the other, you know. He might have caught at him and pulled this off. There's no reason why we should surmise the worst.”

”They might ha' been playing--you know--wrestling--and it might 'a'

happened so,” said Charlie.

”Naw! They'd been big fools to wrestle so near the edge of the bluff as this,” said the practical John. ”I see something white way down there, Mrs. Ballard. I can get it, I guess.”

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