Amy, after a few tense seconds, during which the four had stared at the alligators.
"They won't see you and Grace at all, if you stay behind us," said Mollie a bit sharply. "There's no present danger, as far as I can see. Why don't you come out and help Betty and me throw stones at them?"
"Oh, you're never going to do that!" gasped Grace. "Why that would—make them mad!"
"Well," answered Betty, with a shrug of her shoulders, "I don't know that a mad alligator is any worse than any other kind. They're all mad, as far as I'm concerned, and throwing stones at them can't make them any worse. I rather side with Mollie. We may drive them away."
"Yes, and it may drive them toward us," cried Amy. "Please don't!"
"We won't coax them this way if we can help it," said Betty. "You may be sure of that. But we must do something. We can't stay out on this almost-island much longer. We'll have to eat, and"
"Where's Tom?" suddenly asked Grace. "He ought to be able to rescue us. He knows all about alligators—and—and such things."
"Yes, maybe he can charm them away," suggested Mollie half-sarcastically. "But I don't see him."
