CHAPTER XXII
IN A SNAKES' DEN
"Just in time, and no mistake," remarked Songbird as he surveyed the scene outside. "No use of talking, when it rains down here, it rains!"
"Well, a rainstorm isn't a picnic party," returned Tom. "I wouldn't care so much if I wasn't so anxious to hear from Sam and Dick."
"Dot is vot ve all vonts," broke in Hans.
They crouched in the back of the shelter, so that the rain might not drive down upon them. It was a steady downpour for half an hour, when it began to slacken up, and the sun looked as if it might break through the clouds once more.
"We won't be detained so long, after all!'* cried Fred.
"I am just as well satisfied," began Tom, and then gave a jump. "Boys, look there! Did you ever see anything like it?"
They looked in the direction pointed out, and each one sprang up as if he had received an electric shock, while Wags began to bark furiously. And small wonder, for directly in front of the shelter
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