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  CHAPTER XII

  The Dead Water

  Hands lifted Rick and Scotty to their feet and voices demanded to knowwhat had happened. Other voices berated them, calling them a pair ofyoung idiots for rushing a ghost like that.

  Rick staggered in the grip of the supporting hands. His heart waspounding and there was a constriction in his chest. Tears streamed downhis cheeks as his tear ducts spouted fluid to protect his eyes from thenow-vanishing cold. His cheeks felt numb, but sensation was returning.

  At last he regained his equilibrium and found his handkerchief. Hemopped his face and suddenly realized that his face was flushed, asthough with fever. The sensation of burning cold was gone. He took adeep breath, grateful to be nearly normal again.

  Scotty was also back to near normal. To the questions from thesurrounding circle of Sons of the Old Dominion they could only say thatthey didn't know what had happened.

  "Suddenly our faces froze," Rick explained shakily. "At least mine did."

  "Same here," Scotty supplemented.

  "It was like the cold of ... of ... I don't know, really. It was cold,but like nothing I've ever experienced before. The shock was so great Ijust sort of crumpled and fell."

  "Whatever made you rush right into the ghost like that?" a burly manwanted to know.

  Rick shrugged. "We didn't think the ghost was real, and we wanted to seehow it was produced."

  "Do you believe it's real now?"

  The boy shuddered. "I'm a whole lot closer to believing it," headmitted.

  "At least we won't try football tactics on it again," Scotty added.

  Seeing that the boys were all right, the group dispersed. In a fewmoments they were alone. Rick shook his head hard, to clear it. "Nowwhere are we?" he asked.

  Scotty laughed mirthlessly. "I'm glad you asked that. I'd be gladder ifyou could answer it."

  "One thing more and I'm ready to call quits," Rick said. Common sensetold him to beat a path to the Millers, but he was stubborn. He wasn'tgiving up yet. He searched until he found a coke bottle, then taking hisnerve in both hands he climbed up to the pool. He let the bottle fillwith spring water then rinsed it. When he was satisfied it was cleanenough, he filled it from the pool--the same pool from which the ghostlymist had appeared only short minutes before.

  Only then did he and Scotty leave the picnic grounds and proceed home tothe Miller farmhouse.

  The Millers and the girls were waiting. One look at the boys' faces andthey knew something had happened.

  Jan Miller said with quick intuition, "You're hurt!"

  "Not permanently," Rick reassured her. "For a while we wondered, butit's okay now."

  The Millers and the girls listened to their recital with mixed horrorand relief that the effect of the cold had vanished so quickly. Dr.Miller's brows were knit as he tried to puzzle out what had happened.

  "You saw no projection beam, I assume?"

  "Not a trace," Rick said emphatically.

  "You were actually in the mist when this cold effect hit you?" Dr.Miller asked.

  "I was," Rick agreed. "How about you, Scotty?"

  "Same. I was groping around trying to find something to get my hands on.I was actually in the pool of water. Rick was on the edge of it."

  Dr. Miller considered. "Even if your assumption about dry ice iscorrect, Rick, that wouldn't explain the cold effect. If one touches dryice, it is cold enough to cause a burning sensation, but had dry icebeen used on you it would have taken chunks of it in contact with yourskin. You felt nothing solid, I assume?"

  Both boys shook their heads.

  "Then we can rule out dry ice. I can't imagine what hit you."

  "The Blue Ghost," Barby said, and shuddered visibly. "This ought toprove it, I guess."

  Rick admitted it. "Ought to is right, but I'm stubborn enough to keeplooking for a rational explanation. I got some water from the pool.Anyone want to look with me?"

  They all did, and followed Rick to the kitchen. He set up the microscopeand plugged in the substage light, then found a well slide and placed adrop of water on it. But examine the drop as he would, using the mostpowerful magnification, he could see nothing but a bit of brown debristhat seemed to be a thread of withered alga.

  He took another drop from the coke bottle and tried again with similarresults. He shook the bottle and placed a third drop on a clean slide.

  Rick focused the microscope on the drop of water. Yesterday--or was itthe day before? He couldn't remember clearly he was so tired--the rockbasin had been literally swarming with paramecia and other forms oflife. Today, following the appearance of the ghost, the water from thebasin was as devoid of life as the planet Jupiter.

  He moved the well slide from side to side, bringing different parts ofthe drop under his lens. There was a tiny wisp of vegetable matter herecognized as a dead bit of Riccia, and a few black threads of algae.

  Rick shook his head in bewilderment. "Whatever the Blue Ghost is," hestated, "it's a killer. The mob we saw is gone."

  Dr. Miller took over the instrument and confirmed Rick's findings. "Thewater is dead," he said at last. "I don't know how useful it is to knowthat, but I can't imagine that a supernatural agency would bring deathto millions of microscopic creatures. Yet, if it isn't supernatural, howis it done and who does it?"

  "I've never seen such hard people to convince of anything," Barbydeclared. "All the evidence points to a real ghost, it seems to me. Butyou keep trying to prove something else and you don't get very far."

  "We get as far as dead water and radioactive cement bags that don'tcontain cement," Rick pointed out. "For a while tonight I was aboutconvinced that the ghost was supernatural, but I'm still going to be adoubting Thomas, at least until we run all leads into a dead end!"