cause Jerry is apt to pounce on him and tell him he's "too plain American," but I think it is n't fair, because he has n't read as many books as Jerry and I. So I hurried up and said:
"Bravely spoke, my lad; so we will, my hearty!" And we crawled and clambered along till we came to the end of the point where it's all stones and seaweed and big surf sometimes. The surf was not very high this time,—just waves that went whoosh and then pulled the pebbles back with a nice scrawpy sound. The schooner was half-way down to the Headland, not paying any attention to us.
"Ah ha!" Jerry said, "safe once more from an ignominious death. But, Chris, look at the Sea Monster! What's happened to it?"
The Sea Monster is a bare black rock-island off the end of Wecanicut. We called it that because it looks like one, and