20 Blood Brothers
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Nor did Jesse leave the water when we did, choosing instead—inexplicably—to stay behind, submerged up to his neck, shivering.
“Dude, what?” I paused at the edge of the tide.
“Nothing,” he said, and trembled. “It’s just that—that thing could still be out there. Just—just waiting for us. You know?”
“Dude,”
“He’s not worried about that,” growled Quint, stepping up next to me.
“Oh, I’m not?” Jesse glowered at him. “Then what am I doing? Just, you know, catching hypothermia—for the hell of it? It’s out there, I’m tell—”
“No,” said Quint, flatly. “Because getting in the water took care of it—didn’t it?”
“Jesus, Quint.” I looked at him, surprised. “Cut the guy some—”
“He knows what I’m talking about,” said Quint— and unzipped his jacket. “Don’t you, J
