It did look very near, and the water was calm and shiny, with just a long, heaving roll now and then, as if something underneath were humping its shoulders.
So I said, "All right; let's," and we climbed into the boat. Jerry rows very well, and he pulled both the oars while I bailed with an old tin can that I found under the stern thwart. The boat did n't leak badly enough to worry about, but I thought it might be just as well to keep it bailed. We talked in a very nautical way, though Jerry kept forgetting he was Terry Loganshaw and mixing up "Treasure Island" and Captain Moss. But I did n't feel so much like being Chris Hole, anyway, even to please the boys, and I did n't say much.
The Sea Monster was much further away than you might suppose. When there was ever so much smooth, swelling water between us and Wecanicut, the
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