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And
at
once
Mason
recalled
the
sheriff
at
Bridgeburg
,
instructing
him
to
take
four
or
five
deputies
with
him
so
that
the
searching
party
might
divide
at
Sharon
and
seize
this
same
Clyde
wherever
he
chanced
to
be
.
And
throw
him
in
jail
at
Bridgeburg
,
where
he
could
explain
,
with
all
due
process
of
law
,
the
startling
circumstances
that
thus
far
seemed
to
unescapably
point
to
him
as
the
murderer
of
Roberta
Alden
.
In
the
interim
the
mental
state
of
Clyde
since
that
hour
when
,
the
water
closing
over
Roberta
,
he
had
made
his
way
to
the
shore
,
and
then
,
after
changing
his
clothes
,
had
subsequently
arrived
at
Sharon
and
the
lakeside
lodge
of
the
Cranstons
,
was
almost
one
of
complete
mental
derangement
,
mainly
caused
by
fear
and
confusion
in
his
own
mind
as
to
whether
he
did
or
did
not
bring
about
her
untimely
end
.
At
the
same
time
at
the
lakeside
the
realization
that
if
by
any
chance
he
were
then
and
there
found
,
skulking
south
rather
than
returning
north
to
the
inn
at
Big
Bittern
to
report
this
seeming
accident
,
there
would
be
sufficient
hardness
and
cruelty
to
the
look
of
it
all
to
convince
any
one
that
a
charge
of
murder
should
be
made
against
him
,
had
fiercely
tortured
him
.
For
,
as
he
now
saw
it
,
he
really
was
not
guilty
--
was
he
,
since
at
the
last
moment
he
had
experienced
that
change
of
heart
?
But
who
was
going
to
believe
that
now
,
since
he
did
not
go
back
to
explain
?
And
it
would
never
do
to
go
back
now
!
For
if
Sondra
should
hear
that
he
had
been
on
this
lake
with
this
factory
girl
--
that
he
had
registered
with
her
as
husband
and
wife
...
God
!
And
then
trying
to
explain
to
his
uncle
afterwards
,
or
his
cold
,
hard
cousin
--
or
all
those
smart
,
cynical
Lycurgus
people
!
No
!
No
!
Having
gone
so
far
he
must
go
on
.
Disaster
--
if
not
death
--
lay
in
the
opposite
direction
.
He
would
have
to
make
the
best
of
this
terrible
situation
--
make
the
best
of
this
plan
that
had
ended
so
strangely
and
somewhat
exculpatorily
for
him
.
And
yet
these
woods
!
This
approaching
night
.
The
eerie
loneliness
and
danger
of
it
all
now
.
How
now
to
do
,
what
to
say
,
if
met
by
any
one
.
He
was
so
confused
--
mentally
and
nervously
sick
.
The
crackle
of
a
twig
and
he
leaped
forward
as
a
hare
.
And
in
this
state
it
was
that
,
after
having
recovered
his
bag
and
changed
his
clothes
,
wringing
out
his
wet
suit
and
attempting
to
dry
it
,
then
packing
it
in
his
bag
under
some
dry
twigs
and
pine
-
needles
and
burying
the
tripod
beneath
a
rotting
log
,
that
he
plunged
into
the
woods
after
night
had
fallen
.
Yet
meditating
more
and
more
on
his
very
strange
and
perilous
position
.
For
supposing
,
just
as
he
had
unintentionally
struck
at
her
,
and
they
had
fallen
into
the
water
and
she
uttered
those
piercing
and
appealing
cries
,
there
had
been
some
one
on
the
shore
--
some
one
watching
--
one
of
those
strong
,
hardy
men
whom
he
had
seen
loitering
about
during
the
day
and
who
might
even
at
this
moment
be
sounding
a
local
alarm
that
would
bring
a
score
of
such
men
to
the
work
of
hunting
for
him
this
very
night
!
A
man
hunt
!
And
they
would
take
him
back
and
no
one
would
ever
believe
that
he
had
not
intentionally
struck
her
!
They
might
even
lynch
him
before
he
could
so
much
as
secure
a
fair
trial
.
It
was
possible
.
It
had
been
done
.
A
rope
around
his
neck
.
Or
shot
down
in
these
woods
,
maybe
.
And
without
an
opportunity
to
explain
how
it
had
all
come
about
--
how
harried
and
tortured
he
had
been
by
her
for
so
long
.
They
would
never
understand
that
.
And
so
thinking
he
hurried
faster
and
faster
--
as
fast
as
strong
and
serried
and
brambly
young
firs
and
dead
branches
that
cracked
most
ominously
at
times
would
permit
,
thinking
always
as
he
went
that
the
road
to
Three
Mile
Bay
must
be
to
his
right
hand
,
the
moon
to
his
left
when
it
should
rise
.
But
,
God
,
what
was
that
?
Oh
,
that
terrible
sound
!
Like
a
whimpering
,
screeching
spirit
in
this
dark
!
