There is no place
within three hundred feet of us for a rattlesnake to move without our
seeing him."
Cl-cl-cl-click!
Alf Drew held back, trembling.
"I'm not going forward another step," he insisted. "This ground
is full of rattlers."
"Let's go back to camp, then, if your nerves are so unstrung,"
Reade proposed.
They turned, starting backward. Again the warning rattle sounded,
seemingly just in front of Alf, though there was no place for a snake
to conceal itself nearby.
Alf, however, turned paler still, halted and started off at right
angles to his former course. Again the rattle sounded.
"Hear that snake?" demanded young Drew.
"No; and there isn't one," Tom assured him. "Why will you be so
foolish---so nervous? In other words, why do you destroy your five
senses with cigarettes in this fashion?"
Cl-cl-click!
Alf Drew halted, trembling so that he could hardly stand.
"I'm going to quit camp---going to get out of this place," he
shivered. "The ground is full of rattlers.
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