recognizing a signal he was used to.

"Is that Bob?"

"Yes."

"Lower a rope, and hold on like a man, Bob. We've got a man here drowned
or half-drowned; and we want to get him on the wharf in a twinkling."

"Right you are."

The next moment the lad had lowered a rope over the side of the barge,
and Carrie directed Max to pass it round the body of his friend. Then,
she giving the orders as before, Bob from the barge above and Max from
the boat below raised the body out of the water. Carrie had brought the
little boat close to the barge, and held it in place with the boat-hook
until the difficult task was safely accomplished, and the body of Dudley
Horne laid upon the deck of the barge.

"Now," said she to Max, "get up and help Bob to carry him ashore."

Max, who was speechless with grief and as helpless as a child in these
new and strange circumstances, obeyed her docilely, and climbed to the
deck of the barge.

"Now, Bob," went on Carrie, as she seized the second oar and prepared to
row away, "carry him into the kitchen--you know your way--as fast as you
can. And lay him down before the fire, if there is a fire; if not, make
one. Sharp's the word, mind!"

"All right, missus."

Max looked down. Already she had disappeared in the gloom, and only the
muffled sound of the oars as they dripped on the water told him that she
had not yet gone far away.

Suddenly he felt a rough pull at his arm.

"Come on, mister!" cried Bob, briskly. "She said, 'Sharp is the word.'
And when she says a thing she means it, you bet your life."

Max pulled himself together and turned quickly, ashamed of his own lack
of vigor in the face of Carrie's intelligence and energy. Bob and he
raised the body of Dudley and carried it across the plank to the wharf,
where Bob, who knew his way about there, led the way to the door which
Max remembered so well.

It was open, and they passed through the outhouse, meeting no one, to
the kitchen, which was also deserted. There they laid Dudley on the
hearth, as Carrie had directed, and Bob proceeded to rake up the fire,
which had died down to a few embers.

Meanwhile Max had taken off some of Dudley's clothes, and began to apply
friction with his hands to the inanimate body. He had scarcely begun,
when Carrie came in with an armful of dry towels and a couple of
pillows.

"He is dead, quite dead!" cried Max, hoarsely.

Carrie never even looked at him. Placing herself at once on her knees
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