“Yes, Jem; I think so.”
“And I’d help you if you got tired. Let’s go.”
“But the sharks.”
“There I goes again. I always forgets them sharks; but look here, my lad, it’s dark as pitch.”
“Quite, Jem.”
“We can’t see twenty yards afore us, not clear.”
“Not ten, Jem.”
“Well, that’s through the air. We couldn’t see an inch through water.”
“What of that?”
“More couldn’t the sharks.”