and the tiny campfire was a mere glow of hot ashes.
"We might try the other side of the stream," suggested Snap.
"There may be snakes there too," said Giant. "You can do as you please, I am going to stay on the boat until daylight."
"But what are you going to do when you get to the lake? We must camp somewhere?"
"We'll hunt up a snakeless place in the broad daylight. The snakes can't be everywhere."
There seemed to be no help for it, and having anchored the rowboat in the middle of the stream, the young hunters proceeded to make themselves as comfortable as possible on board. They had the rubber cloth, and this they propped up on half-raised oars, making a sort of awning. They had to rest on the hard seats, with boxes and bundles between, and it was anything but comfortable. They were so close together Giant said it reminded him of sardines in a tin box. A sound sleep was out of the question, and they slumbered only by fits and starts.
"Now to clear out those snakes," said Snap, when it was daylight. "I wonder what we had best do first?"
"I have an idea," said Shep. "Let us go to
