"I think everybody does," returned Tom. "Hi, Songbird!" he called out "Coming?"
"I—I guess I am stuck!" was the gasped-out answer. "The rocks are too slippery for me."
"We'll give you a hand up," sang out the fun-loving Rover, and got down at the edge of the rocks.
"Look out that you don't slip over," came in a warning from Fred.
"Of you go ofer, you land dem snakes your head on," put in Hans.
The words had scarcely been uttered, when there came a wild shriek from Songbird. The poetic youth had lost his hold and slipped to the ground below. He came down directly on top of three of the snakes, and with an angry hissing they whipped around him.
"Songbird has fallen on the snakes!"
"Run for your life!" sang out Tom. "There goes Wags!"
And Songbird did run the moment he could regain his feet. One snake got tangled up in the boy's legs and was carried along, whipping one way and another. But it soon lost its hold and then wiggled through the grass to rejoin its fellows. In the meantime, the dog had disappeared.
