Part 21 (1/2)

”Well, I hope they turn out better boys now,” said Harry, seriously. ”I don't see why they want to get into such trouble. A fellow can have lots of sport without doing wrong.”

”By the way, Harry, the great yacht race comes off in Long Lake in a few weeks,” said Jerry. ”Why can't we take our yacht down through the river and be on deck to see it?”

”By golly, dat would be most splendiferous!” yelled Blumpo. ”De best t'ing I've dun heard of dis Summah!”

”I've thought of it,” returned Harry. He turned to the old tar. ”Jack, could we take the Whistler down through Poplar River to Long Lake?”

”I reckon we could,” was the slow answer, as Jack Broxton rolled his quid from one cheek to the other. ”The water is running putty high now.”

”It would be a fine trip in itself,” went on Jerry. ”I've never sailed down the Poplar beyond Carlville.”

”Nor I,” returned Harry. ”But never mind that just now. Here we are at the landing.”

”An' heah am my father's house,” said Blumpo.

The former hermit, now, however, a hermit no longer, came out to greet his son. In the meantime all hands lowered sail and tied up.

It was a beautiful day, and the young oarsman and Harry had come over to the island to see what they could shoot. They left Jack in charge of the yacht and Blumpo with his father, and started off with guns and game bags for the interior.

”There can't be much game at this season of the year,” said Harry. ”But we may have a little sport, and tramping in the woods does a fellow lots of good.”

”Indeed I know that,” was the quick response. ”Hullo, here's a nasty bit of bog to cross.”

”We'll go around by yonder big tree.”

The two boys went on in a semi-circle. When the big tree mentioned was reached Jerry stepped on what he supposed was one of the twisted roots.

A second later he let out a yell which was heard down to the landing.

He sprang back so suddenly that he b.u.mped into Harry, who was close behind, and both rolled over in the wet gra.s.s.

Ere they could rise they heard an angry hiss, and a snake darted from the tree and settled directly upon Jerry's body!

For a moment Jerry was too paralyzed with fear to move or speak. Then as he recovered he threw off the snake and rolled away, over Harry and close to the boggy spot. Harry also turned away, but came up against a heavy ma.s.s of brush.

The snake hissed angrily. The pressure of Jerry's foot on its head had just been sufficient to arouse its anger. It meant to strike if it could.

”Hit it with your gun!” shouted Harry.

”You hit it!” cried our hero. ”Oh!”

The snake was again coming on, its long, green body quivering in the spots of sunlight which shot under the trees. There was no doubt but what it intended to fight the intruders. More than likely it had a nest of young near.

Bang!

The shot was a square one, and when the smoke from the gun cleared away it was found that the reptile's head was completely severed from the body, which latter continued to twist about until it fell into the water of the bog hole. Jerry kicked the head in after it, out of sight.

”Let us get out of here,” he said, with a shudder. ”Who knows but what we have dropped into a regular nest of snakes.”

That he was right in his surmise was soon evident, for low hissings could be heard on several sides. Without delay they sprang across the bog swamp and took to the higher ground, where they could see every foot of the way before them.