"Exactly."
South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to go, past South Creek Bridge—which used to lead to Ladenburg, Alis said—past Raleigh Country Club (a long drive would really put the ball out of play, Don thought) and on to the edge again.
But as they approached what they were forced to consider the source of the creek, they found a wire fence at the spot. "This is new," Alis said.
The fence, which had a sign on it, warning—electrified, was semicircular, with each end at the edge and tarpaulins strung behind it so they could see the mouth of the creek. The water flowed from under the tarp and fence.
"Look how it comes in spurts," Alis said.
"As if it's being pumped."
Smaller print on the sign said: Protecting mouth of South Creek, one of two sources of water for Superior. Electrical charge in fence is sufficient to kill. It was signed: Vincent Grande, Chief of Police, Hector Civek, Mayor.
"What's the other source, besides the faucet in your bathroom?" Don asked.
"North Lake, maybe," Alis said. "People fish there but nobody's allowed to swim."
"Is the lake entirely within the town limits?"