So strong did this feeling finally become that once the boys separated, thrashing the bushes in all directions. They did not find anything, and finally continued along the path, a little ashamed of what they thought was an attack of nerves. “Phew, this is getting a little hot for me,” said Frank, running his hand through his shock of fair hair. “I don’t mind fighting anything in the open!” He left the sentence unfinished, for at that moment they broke through the bushes at the river’s edge upon a sight that struck them speechless. Not twenty yards down the bank stood a ragged scarecrow of a man, so unkempt, so wild, so abandoned in its crouching attitude as to appear hardly human. Before they had time to utter a word or move a muscle, the man threw up his arms in a gesture indescribably terrible, and with a hoarse shout disappeared in the swirling waters. It all happened so quickly that for the space of a dazed second they wondered if they had really seen it at all. Then they recovered their powers of motion and rushed to the spot where the man had disappeared. Though they leaned far out over the water they could see no sign of anything human, and with a creeping feeling of horror they began to speak of what had probably already happened. “It’s certain death down there,” Roy muttered, as though to himself, gazing into the rushing river. “The poor old fellow! He has got his, I guess.” “Look here, fellows, here are some clothes,” Will called out suddenly, and the boys rushed over to where he stood, a tattered old hat and an equally ragged coat in his hands. “Maybe there will be something in the jacket to tell us where the poor fellow has been staying and what he has been up to.” They searched through the coat and finally pulled out a wallet. “Now if it only has some writing in it,” said Mollie breathlessly. There was a card, and the card bore the words which they expected, yet dreaded, Arnold Dempsey, Ph. D. But there was nothing else, and suddenly tears dimmed their eyes and they had to turn away. “It will be mighty hard on Jimmy and Arnold,” muttered Roy, gazing somberly at the fast-flowing river. “To have their dad go that way! They’ll take it mighty hard! those boys.” CHAPTER XXIII. A MOONLIGHT APPARITION “Let’s look around a little anyway,” Betty suggested. “He may possibly have been swept up on the shore farther down the river.” “If such a thing were possible he would probably be dead anyway,” Frank protested, but the girls paid no attention to him. The mere suggestion that the professor might still be alive and in need of assistance was enough for them, and they set about feverishly to scour the woods on both sides of the river and for a considerable distance down its shores. After an hour of vain search, however, they were forced to conclude that the old man was indeed dead, and so reluctantly and with heavy hearts they turned their steps back toward Wild Rose Lodge.