"OH, LOOK THERE! ISN'T IT DREADFUL?"
He was pointing out on the lake, and, following the direction of his hand, all saw the answer to his question.
CHAPTER IX.
INTO BRITISH TERRITORY.
All hurried to the side of Roswell, who was pointing to a place a short distance from the raft.
It was the body of a man that they saw, floating face upward. His clothing was good, and the white features, partly hidden by a black beard, must have been pleasing in life. The feet and hands, dangling at the sides, were so low in the water that only when stirred by the waves did they show, but the face rose and fell, sometimes above, and never more than a few inches below, so that it was in view all the time.
The group silently viewed the scene. The body drifted nearer and nearer and faintly touched the edge of the raft, as the wind carried it past. Then it continued dipping, and gradually floated away in the gathering gloom.
"We ought to give it burial," said Frank to Jeff, who shook his head.