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KNOT IX.
A SERPENT WITH CORNERS.
"Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink."
"It'll just take one more pebble."
"What ever are you doing with those buckets?"
The speakers were Hugh and Lambert. Place, the beach of Little Mendip. Time, 1.30, p.m. Hugh was floating a bucket in another a size larger, and trying how many pebbles it would carry without sinking. Lambert was lying on his back, doing nothing.
For the next minute or two Hugh was silent, evidently deep in thought. Suddenly he started. "I say, look here, Lambert!" he cried.
"If it's alive, and slimy, and with legs, I don't care to," said Lambert.
"Didn't Balbus say this morning that, if a body
