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At
once
Clyde
sat
up
,
rigid
and
white
,
his
lips
a
bloodless
line
,
his
eyes
fixed
not
on
anything
here
but
rather
the
distant
scene
at
Big
Bittern
--
the
tall
pines
,
the
dark
water
closing
over
Roberta
.
Then
they
had
found
her
body
.
And
now
would
they
believe
that
his
body
was
down
there
,
too
,
as
he
had
planned
?
But
,
listen
!
He
must
hear
in
spite
of
his
dizziness
.
"
Gee
,
that
's
tough
!
"
observed
Burchard
Taylor
,
stopping
his
strumming
on
a
mandolin
.
"
Anybody
we
know
?
"
"
She
says
she
did
n't
hear
yet
.
"
"
I
never
did
like
that
lake
,
"
put
in
Frank
Harriet
.
"
It
's
too
lonely
.
Dad
and
I
and
Mr.
Randall
were
up
there
fishing
last
summer
,
but
we
did
n't
stay
long
.
It
's
too
gloomy
.
"
"
We
were
up
there
three
weeks
ago
--
do
n't
you
remember
,
Sondra
?
"
added
Harley
Baggott
.
"
You
did
n't
care
for
it
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
,
"
replied
Sondra
.
"
A
dreadfully
lonely
place
.
I
ca
n't
imagine
any
one
wanting
to
go
up
there
for
anything
.
"
"
Well
,
I
only
hope
it
is
n't
any
one
we
know
from
around
here
,
"
added
Burchard
,
thoughtfully
.
"
It
would
put
a
crimp
in
the
fun
around
here
for
a
while
,
anyhow
.
"
And
Clyde
unconsciously
wet
his
dry
lips
with
his
tongue
and
swallowed
to
moisten
his
already
dry
throat
.
"
I
do
n't
suppose
any
of
to-day
's
papers
would
have
anything
about
it
yet
.
Has
any
one
looked
?
"
inquired
Wynette
Phant
,
who
had
not
heard
Sondra
's
opening
remark
.
