"With his cane," shuddered Inza.
"The monster!" cried Elsie.
"I had stepped out on that rock," explained Inza.
"Where was the man then?"
"I don't know. I didn't see him until I turned to look back. Then I saw him close by the edge of the water. I think he must have leaped out from behind the thick cedars yonder. He looked at me, and the expression on his face—— Oh!"
The quivering girl was overcome by the memory.
"Heavens!" palpitated Bart. "The old wretch tried to murder you! Is it possible he did, Inza?"
"I saw murder in his eyes," whispered Inza. "They were the most terrible eyes. He was a man with snow-white hair, yet he did not seem so very old. And his face—I have seen it before! Where? When?"
"You saw him on the Canadian side."
"I did not see him plainly then. I did not get a good look at his face. I know I have seen those eyes before. He seemed to laugh horribly as he lifted his cane, but no sound came from his lips. I thought he was going to strike me with the cane. Instead of that, he thrust the end against me and tried to give me a push that would send me from the rock into the rapids."