"I don't think anything could have happened to him here, or we should see some signs of him." "Course we would--we'd see his remains--we'd see his basket, or his hat, floatin and driftin about. But thar's not a basket or a hat anywhar to be seen." "The cliff is long here, and runs in so from that point, that if he went up any distance, it would be easy for him to be caught by the rising tide." "Course it would. O, yes, course. That's the very thing that struck me. It's very dangerous for an ole inexperienced man. But come, we mustn't stand talkin, we must hurry on, or we may as well go back agin, at onst." Starting forward, they walked on for some time in silence. For about a hundred yards they were able to keep close to the edge of the cliff, so as to look over; but after that they encountered a dense alder thicket. In order to traverse this, they had to go farther inland, where there was some sort of an opening. There they came to a wood where the underbrush was thick, and the walking difficult. This they traversed, and at length worked their way once more to the edge of the cliff. Looking down here, they found the scene very much like what it had been farther back. The waves were dashing beneath them among rocks whose black crests were at times visible among the foam, while from the cliffs there were the same projecting shelves which they had noticed before. "See there!" cried Bart, pointing to a place behind them. "Do you see how the cliff seems to go in there--just where the alder bushes grow? That looks like a place where a man might be caught. I wonder if he isn't there." "Can't we go and see?" "I don't think you can git thar." "O, it isn't far," said Bart. "I'll run back and look down. The rest of you had better go on; I'll join you soon." "I'll go with you," said Bruce. "Very well." Bruce and Bart then set out, and forced their way through the dense alder bushes, until at length they found themselves near the place. Here there was a chasm in the line of cliff, reaching from the top to the bottom. The sides were precipitous, and they could see perfectly well all the way down. At the bottom the water was rolling and tossing; and this, together with the precipitous cliffs, showed them plainly that no one could have found shelter here. Sadly and silently they returned, and rejoined the others, who had been walking along in advance. "Wal?" said Captain Corbet, interrogatively. Bart shook his head. They then walked on for some time in silence. "Come," said Captain Corbet; "we've been makin one mistake ever sence we started." "What's that?" "We've kep altogether too still. How do we know but we've passed him somewhar along down thar. We can't see behind all them corners." "Let's shout now--the rest of the way." "Yes; that's it; yell like all possessed." The cries of the boys now burst forth in shrill screams and yells, which were echoed among the woods and rocks around.