CHAPTER IX
ON A SAND BAR
"Alligators!" screamed Amy. "Don't you dare say that, Grace!"
"But it's so—I saw one—I nearly put my hand on his big black head. Oh, isn't it horrid!"
Grace and Amy were clinging to each other foow in the middle of the boat. Betty had turned about at their exclamations, and Mollie was gazing curiously into the swirling water.
"I don't see any alligator," she announced, unbelievingly. "Are you sure you saw one, Grace?"
"Of course I am. Oh, Betty! There's one now, just ahead of you. You're going to run into him!"
Betty turned her attention to guiding the boat only just in time. Certainly something long and knobby and black was almost at the bow. She veered to one side, and then exclaimed:
"Alligator! That was nothing but a log, Grace Ford! How silly of you!"
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