The Forest by Stewart Edward White
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"There she goes again," he grumbled. "You've hooked Canada."
Canada held quiescent for about three seconds. Then it started due south. "Suffering serpents!" shrieked Dick. "Paddle, you sulphurated idiot!" yelled I. It was most interesting. All I had to do was to hang on and try to stay in the boat. Dick paddled and fumed and splashed water and got more excited. Canada dragged us bodily backward. Then Canada changed his mind and started in our direction. I was plenty busy taking in slack, so I did not notice Dick. Dick was absolutely demented. His mind automatically reacted in the direction of paddling. He paddled, blindly, frantically. Canada came surging in, his mouth open, his wicked eyes flaming, a tremendous indistinct body lashing foam. Dick glanced once over his shoulder, and let out a frantic howl. "You've got the sea-serpent!" he shrieked. I turned to fumble for the pistol. We were headed directly for a log stranded on shore, and about ten feet from it. "Dick!" I yelled in warning. He thrust his paddle out forward just in time. The stout maple bent and cracked. The canoe hit with a bump that threw us forward. I returned to the young cable. It came in limp and slack. |
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