The object, whatever it was, was not on the way to Big Thumb but off to the right.
He tried to decide whether to go to it or continue toward Big Thumb. Or maybe just turn around.
There was no point in heading toward Big Thumb, he decided. He would never make it.
For all he knew it was like chasing the moon. But he could make it to the mysterious object.
He changed directions. He doubted it was anything, but the fact that there was something in the middle of all this nothing made it hard for him to pass up.
He decided to make the object his halfway point, and he hoped he hadn't already gone too far.
He laughed to himself when he saw what it was. It was a boat— or part of a boat anyway.
It struck him as funny to see a boat in the middle of this dry and barren wasteland. But after all, he realized, this was once a lake.
The boat lay upside down, half buried in the dirt. Someone may have drowned here, he thought grimly— at the same spot where he could very well die of thirst.
The name of the boat had been painted on the back. The upside-down red letters were peeled and faded, but Stanley could still read the name: Mary Lou.
On one side of the boat there was a pile of dirt and then a tunnel leading down below the boat.
The tunnel looked big enough for a good-sized animal to crawl through. He heard a noise. Something stirred under the boat. It was coming out.
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