“Come on, fellows!” called Jerry to his two chums. “We’ve got to see this!”
“What!” cried Jack Wade, “you aren’t going in there, are you?” 12
“Why not?” asked Jerry. “We’ve had some experience with snakes. Besides, we want to see the spy. Is there a spy inside here, too?”
“There is!” cried another lad. “They caught the spy dead to rights, planting a bomb under the officers’ mess building. Wanted to blow ’em all up when they were eating, I guess. Oh, he’s a German spy, all right, and they have him tied up!”
“But what connection has he with the snakes?” Bob questioned.
“Not any that I know of,” replied Jack.
“Yes, he has, too!” asserted one of his chums. “The spy had the snake. He was going to let him loose in camp, hoping he’d bite and poison a lot of us, I s’pose, so we can’t go to France to fight the Huns.”
“Big snakes are seldom poisonous,” cried Jerry. “This may be a python or a boa escaped from some circus, though I haven’t heard of any animal shows being around here lately.”
“Me, either,” added Bob. “Say, are you sure you saw a snake?” he asked the lads who had rushed out in such a hurry.
“As sure as we see you now, and you’re not much smaller around the waist than this same snake,” added Jack with a laugh.