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THEY ate the food that was left over from their midday meal, and disposed themselves as comfortably as they could for the night. The boys, tired out, slept until dawn. Heneky declared that he had not closed his eyes.
"I could not," he said. "I've been chasing a thought round and round in my head. It is clear as daylight that anything thrown into this water will fly up as long as it's wet. Things stick on this roof until they dry: then they fall again. If there were no roof they'd go up into the air: of course they'd soon dry in this climate. Well now, don't you see here's the making of a tremendous force? I reckon you know all about the force of gravity?"