cause it must have hurt like anything, even then, and I could see his jaw set hard. Jerry and I gathered up the kit-bag and the jersey and what was left of the skirt and followed along. Just beside the dinghy our man paused and looked all around at the ugly blackness of the Sea Monster and up to the jaggedy top of it. Then he looked down at Greg and smiled a little sorry smile, and said very slowly and gently:
"Ye be Three Poore Mariners."
Jerry and I stared at each other, and I said:
"You must know that song, too. We used to pretend being marooned, but we never thought it would really happen."
Then Jerry said suddenly:
"By the way, what's your name, sir?"
"You'll have to row, Jerry," said our man, "because I must keep the wounded just the way he is." Then he said: