“He was on top of the water?” Sandy asked.
“Well, no, not exactly,” Mr. Henderson admitted. “He was about three, mebbe four feet down. But the current was carryin’ him along right smart, y’see.”
“What did Luke do?”
“He hightails it over to another dock further downstream, grabs a boat and, when Joe comes by, he fishes him out. That’s about all.”
“Do you think those Indians, or whatever they were, had anything to do with it?” Mr. Cook asked anxiously.
“Hard to say. Best ask Joe.”
Mr. Cook moved to the door. “Let’s do it now.”
Mr. Henderson held out a hand. “Doc’s in there with him. He said to keep everybody out till he’s through.”
“It’s all right,” came a voice from inside the house. “Come on in.”
The doctor had just finished and was buttoning his jacket as Mr. Cook led the way through the front door. “Is he out of danger, Doctor?” Mr. Cook asked.