I went around and looked at the window and even then the cabin was filled with smoke, but not so thick.  Believe me, I wished that Tom Slade was there then, because he’s great on deducing and finding clues and all like that.  That’s why we always called him Sherlock Nobody Holmes.  Anyway, I couldn’t make out what happened.  Artie might have staggered up against the window to get air, but I didn’t see how he could fall out, and if he was able to climb out then why didn’t he come up where the rest of us were?

I couldn’t make anything out of it; all I knew was he was gone.  I knew he must have been drowned and his body been carried up by the tide, which was running up strong now.

Well, you can bet we didn’t have any fun drifting up.  Nobody said anything much; we just sat around the edge of the deck with our staffs and pushed her off, whenever she ran against the shore.

Charlie Seabury sat next to me and after a while he said, “Who’s going to tell his people?”

“I am,” I told him, “because I’m to blame for the whole business.”

“Nobody’s to blame,” he said.

“Yes, I am,” I said, “they just did it on account of me.”

“That’s because all the fellows like you,” he said, “and they like to do anything for you.”

Anyway, it wasn’t so necessary, I see that now, and it’s just the same as if I killed him.  Gee, I wish it was I that got killed, I know that.  Cracky, I deserved to after being such a fool.

After that, nobody spoke for a long time, then Hunt Ward, who’s in the Elk Patrol, said, “It’s the first fellow in our troop that died.  I guess we won’t go up to camp now.”

“Not in this boat, anyway,” I said.

Then after a while I said, “We’ll send his name in and they’ll print it in Boys’ Life.”

“I know,” Hunt said, “with a black line around it.”

Yet we kind of kept hoping all the time, even though we knew there wasn’t any sense in it.  “You thought you were a goner,” Hunt said, “and you came back all right.”

Now I was a big fool that it didn’t put a certain idea in my head when he said that, but I only said, “Yes, but that was different.”

Then Dorry Benton, who was two or three fellows away from me, said, “One thing is sure, he went through the window and into the water.  Maybe he was half conscious and didn’t remember there was only a narrow strip of deck there.  And he must have tumbled right off it.”

“I don’t know,” I said, “only if he isn’t in the boat then he must be in the water and if he fell in the water and couldn’t swim or shout either, then he must be drowned.”

Then nobody said anything and we just sat there keeping her off shore and watching her drift up.  When we got around Bentley’s turn we could see the lights in Bridgeboro and then was when I began to realize and I hated to get home.  I wished the tide wouldn’t take us so fast.  Some of the fellows walked around on the roof, but none of them said anything.  I wished it was me instead of Artie, I know that.  I ought to have been satisfied to escape without getting the Ravens to do that—­I mean send that message for me.  Anyway, I made up my mind I’d be the one to tell Mr. Ellsworth about it, and Artie’s people too, and I’d take all the blame.