“Stamper’s all right,” said Franklin, peering into the dark passage; “I saw his nose wiggle. And there’s another one in there behind him. I guess it’s Dulcie. She’d naturally be with the youngsters.”
“Oh, Franklin, let’s hunt for Sam and Skip! They must be here, somewhere.”
“I couldn’t see anything in Sam’s hole,” Franklin said, going to the other burrow.
“Put your arm in. It can’t get any muddier than it is.”
Franklin thrust in his arm, and drew it out again with a great start.
“Snakes?” asked Eunice, turning pale.
“I don’t know. Something bit me.”
“Bit you! Oh, where?”
“I can’t find the place,” said Franklin, after examining his hand. “The mud’s too thick!”
“Then the snake must have bitten mud instead of you. But probably it’ll soak through.”