am. Nothing was in sight but the boats and
here and there a mass of driftwood.

He sat down on the seat and covered his face with his hands.

"Say, boy, wot yer doin' in my boat?"

It was a burly fellow standing upon the shore who asked the question.

"Excuse me; I am looking for my father, who is missing. I just found his
hat on the seat here. Did you see anything of him?"

"Missing, eh--an' thet's his headgear? Say, boy, thet's no laughin'
matter," and the burly fellow looked at the youth kindly.

"I know it. I am afraid he tumbled overboard. He had times when he
wasn't feeling quite right in his head."

The burly individual whistled softly to himself. "Then I reckon Sary was
right, arter all," he half mused.

"Sary? Who do you mean?"

"Sary's my wife. She woke me up about five o'clock this mornin'. We live
up in the shanty yonder. Sary said she heard somebody moanin' an'
yellin' down here. I said she wuz dreamin', but I allow now ez I might
hev been mistook, eh?"

"You didn't come out to investigate?"

"No; it war too stormy. I listened, but there wuz no more of the noise
arter Sary waked me up. If yer father fell overboard I'm mighty sorry
fer yer. If he did go over his body must be a long way down stream by
this time."

"Poor father!" It was all Dick could say. He and his parent had been
alone in the wide world, and now to think that his only relative was
gone was almost beyond endurance.

"Take the boat and go down if yer want to," went on the burly
individual. "Ye can leave the craft at Woolley's mill. I'd go along,
only the old woman's took sick an' I've got to hustle fer a doctor."

"I will take a look around in the boat," answered Dick, and, having
procured the oars, he set off. The current was so strong it was not
necessary to use the blades, and he had all he could do to keep the
craft from spinning around and dashing itself against the shore or the
other boats which lay along both banks.

On and on the rowboat sped, until about a quarter of a mile had been
covered. Nothing unusual had yet been noted, yet the boy kept his eyes
strained for some sign of his father, praying inwardly that all might
still be well with the only one who was left to him.

"If father is dead, what shall I do?" he thought with a shiver. "He had
all of our money with him, all of those precious papers, everything. I
would be left a pauper, and, worse than that, without a single relative
in the wide world. Oh, pray H