guess we won't go up to camp now."

"Not in this boat, anyway," I said.

Then after a while I said, "We'll send his name in and they'll print it
in Boys' Life."

"I know," Hunt said, "with a black line around it."

Yet we kind of kept hoping all the time, even though we knew there
wasn't any sense in it. "You thought you were a goner," Hunt said,
"and you came back all right."

Now I was a big fool that it didn't put a certain idea in my head when
he said that, but I only said, "Yes, but that was different."

Then Dorry Benton, who was two or three fellows away from me, said,
"One thing is sure, he went through the window and into the water.
Maybe he was half conscious and didn't remember there was only a
narrow strip of deck there. And he must have tumbled right off it."

"I don't know," I said, "only if he isn't in the boat then he must be in
the water and if he fell in the water and couldn't swim or shout either,
then he must be drowned."

Then nobody said anything and we just sat there keeping her off shore
and watching her drift up. When we got around Bentley's turn we could
see the lights in Bridgeboro and then was when I began to realize and
I hated to get home. I wished the tide wouldn't take us so fast. Some
of the fellows walked around on the roof, but none of them said