A GREAT DISCOVERY
"Snakes!" echoed Margy frantically. "Ow, snakes. I heard one rattle! Come on Polly! Snakes!"
And crying "snakes!" at every step, Margy rushed for the boat and climbed over the side and to safety.
Polly did feel creepy, she admitted it. But she found Margy's behavior funnier than the idea of snakes, and she joined in the shout of laughter the boys and Larry could not restrain.
"Shucks! I never heard of a snake on this island for the last twenty years," Larry drawled. "There's nothing in a name, Margy. Suppose I had landed you on Angel's Point, thirty miles south of here, would you be hearing wings rustling in the dark?"
"Just the same," replied the frightened Margy, "you'd better come in this boat, Polly Marley. You'll be sorry if a snake bites you."
"Better get in to keep the peace, Polly," Larry advised. "Anyway, we can't do a thing till it's light. I could start a fire, but there's no sense in going around in the dark for wood. This light's about played out, too."