“He could hardly have kept ahead of us for such a distance,” said Forbes. “I’m afraid we have missed him, Chutney.”
Guy made no reply. The canoe at that instant grated harshly on some obstacle, and throwing out his arms, Melton discovered that the current had carried them against one of the steep, rocky shores. He was about to shove the canoe forcibly away with his paddle when Guy whispered sharply:
“Hold tight to the rock. I hear something above us.
CHAPTER XXV.
THE JOURNEY ON THE LAKE.
In the deep silence all heard distinctly the low, steady dip of a paddle.
“Be ready with a match,” whispered Guy. “When the canoe comes opposite, light the torch and I will cover the fellow with my rifle.”
The sound grew louder and plainer, and Melton’s finger was already trembling on the match when a terrific splash echoed over the water, followed instantly by a most awful and heartrending wail of agony, that caused every one to shudder from head to foot.