NOON
Joe sat upon the log , which was in the shade , and smoked . '' ` REMEMBER ! ' '' He tried it once more . '' ` ACROSS MAIN STREET BRIDGE AT NOON ! ' '' Safety still ; the voice came not . But the sound of his own repetition of the words brought him an eerie tremor ; for the mist of a memory came with it ; nothing tangible , nothing definite , but something very far away and shadowy , yet just poignant enough to give him a queer feeling that he was really keeping an appointment here . Was it with some water-sprite that would rise from the river ?