"Now, I'll show you that there isn't a snake anywhere in that
clump of brush," Tom proposed, and forthwith stepped into the
thicket, beating about lustily with his heavy boots.
"L-l-l-look out!" shivered Drew. "You'll be bitten!"
"Nonsense, I tell you. There isn't a rattler anywhere on this
part of the Range. It's your nerves, Alf. Cigarettes are destroying
'em. There! I've beaten up every bit of this brush and you see
that I've not been bitten. Now I'll help you down to the ground,
and you want to get a good, steadying grip on your nerves."
Alf Drew permitted himself to be helped to the ground. No sooner,
however, had his feet touched the earth than there came that ominous
rattling sound.
"There, you big idiot!" howled Alf. "There it is again!"
"Just your bad nerves, Alf," Tom smiled. "They're so bad that I'll
overlook your lack of respect calling me an idiot!"
"Don't you s'pose I know rattlers when I hear 'em?" asked Drew,
sullenly. "I was almost bitten by one once, and that's why I'm so
afraid of 'em.
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