“Yes. He’s been under water a long time, Miss; but they’ve grappled up the body.”

“Let ’em bring it here. You, Bob Gliddery, shut the house-door and stand by it on the inside, and don’t you open till I tell you. Any police down there?”

“Here, Miss Abbey,” was official rejoinder.

“After they have brought the body in, keep the crowd out, will you? And help Bob Gliddery to shut ’em out.”

“All right, Miss Abbey.”

The autocratic landlady withdrew into the house with Riah and Miss Jenny, and disposed those forces, one on either side of her, within the half-door of the bar, as behind a breastwork.

“You two stand close here,” said Miss Abbey, “and you’ll come to no hurt, and see it brought in. Bob, you stand by the door.”