He crawled after him, and was just able to squeeze his body through the hole.
He never would have fit when he first came to Camp Green Lake. He'd lost a lot of weight.
As he pulled himself through, his leg struck something sharp and hard. It was a shovel.
For a second Stanley wondered how it got there, but then remembered that Zero had taken it with him after striking Mr. Pendanski.
It was cooler under the boat, which was half buried in the dirt.
There were enough cracks and holes in the bottom of the boat, now the roof, to provide light and ventilation.
He could see empty jars scattered about. Zero held a jar in his hand and grunted as he tried to unscrew the lid.
“What is it?” “Sploosh!” His voice was strained as he worked on the jar.
“That's what I call it. They were buried under the boat.” He still couldn't get the lid off.
“I found sixteen jars. Here, hand me the shovel.” Stanley didn't have a lot of room to move.
He reached behind him, grabbed the wooden end of the shovel, and held it out to Zero, blade first.
“Sometimes you just have to...” Zero said, then he hit the jar against the blade of the shovel, breaking the top of the jar clean off.
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