Out on the lake I could hear the voice now calling help, and it sounded creepy, like a person trying to call while he's gargling.
Doc said, "It's all up with him; hurry, anyway." It was pretty hard getting the boat started, because the wind kept blowing it ashore, and we had to pull and tug for all we were worth.

I got in back of it and shoved out till I was beyond my depth, then jumped in while Dock and Westy pulled for all they were worth, trying to get her ahead.
I guess most everybody at the camp was up on the porch by now, and there were a lot crowding on the spring-board.
"Pull hard," Doc said; "the next cry will be the last one; I know the sound." Just then we heard a long cry, but it didn't say any word, just h--e-- e-- And then it stopped.
Doc said, "Pull hard anyway; you steer her, Roy.

Right over there--a little to the left--you can see the canoe." I looked over there and saw it upset and no one was near it.
* * * * * I can't tell you all about what happened.

I tried and tore up three pages.

Because it makes me all excited myself, as you might say.