"There's a passage under there," she said in a whisper, leaning forward on her oar, "through which they let the dead body of the man—you know—out into the river. It's just near here."
Max shuddered, and at the same moment there burst from the girl's lips a hoarse cry.
Max turned sharply, and saw that she was staring down into the water.
"Look! Look there!" whispered she, gasping, trembling.
"What is it?" cried he.
But even as he asked, he knew that the dark object he saw floating in the water was the body of a man.
By a dexterous movement of her oar, Carrie had brought the boat alongside the black mass, and then, with the boat-hook, which she used with an evidently practiced hand, she drew the body close.
Max, sick with horror, leaned over just as Carrie's exertion's brought the face of the man to view.
"He's dead!" cried he, hoarsely. "It's another murder by those vile wretches in there!"
An exclamation burst from the girl's lips.