"At the bottom of this big rock. Oh, my, he's going to come up!"
"I see him," put in Captain Moore.
As he spoke the snake made a leap for the top of the rock. As the reptile went up, Darry went down, and ran along the brook's edge, still with his fishing-pole in his hand.
Catching up a sharp stone, Captain Moore flung it at the snake, hitting the reptile in the tail. At once the thing whirled around, and now forgetting Darry it turned on its assailant.
"He's coming for you!" ejaculated Joe. "Run, Will, or you'll be bitten sure!"
"I'm not running from a snake," answered the young officer, and in a trice he whipped out his pistol. As the snake came on he let drive. His aim was true, and the snake dropped with its head half severed from its body.
"Good for you!" said Joe, and now he picked up a stone as large as his hand. This he dropped directly on the quivering head, and thus ended the battle, although the body of the snake continued to wriggle for a long while afterward.
With white face and set teeth, Darry continued to play his catch and he was still at it when Joe and his brother came rushing up.
"Did the snake bite you?" questioned the young captain. "Why didn't you pull in?"
